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Another Kind of Track Meet
I haven’t posted in 44 days. Please don’t read into the delay. Instead, I want to briefly discuss a track meet I attended yesterday at a high school in Sacramento. I took photos of Aidan, my grandson and an eighth-grader who is long jumper and sprinter. The photos were fine. Aidan did well. But the…
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Grief with a Backstory
Grief Every day she held the color photo To her chest Waiting for him To come home, That’s what she said. I was there to borrow The badly wrinkled Marine For tomorrow’s front page. I extended my hand, And she asked, Has the cat been fed? Has the cat been fed Was all she said…
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Forgot About Aging
I think it’s healthy that the older I get, the less I think about the past. Okay, in some cases I’ve completely forgotten about what happened during the last 76 years. Of course, I remember world stuff like war, tragedies and discoveries. But I haven’t keep close track on long ago times that were painful,…
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What’s Next?
After running at the beach, doing his business and eating breakfast, Leo stood in front of me and stared–his way of asking what’s next? To be fair, I had put my cup of coffee down.
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Direct Hit
I park near this yellow pickup truck when I take Leo to the beach, but probably no more. During the latest rain/wind storm, a cypress tree made a direct hit on the truck. It has been a rough winter.
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The New and the Old
Yesterday, I spent time with my granddaughter Claire, 6+months old., Today I turn 77. Need a haircut. But that’s about all I need. Peace.
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Trust
I took this photo in January, 2020 of our rescue dog Molly letting a rescue dog we were fostering put his mouth around her snout. We eventually adopted that dog, Leo, who has bonded well with Molly as well as Teddy. At the time of the photo Leo was still in a puppy phase, putting…
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The Road Less Traveled
Everyone took a left to a wine tasting event yesterday while I went right on a road that was definitely less traveled. I didn’t see another vehicle for 20 minutes in an area known as the Sacramento Delta. But I did see herons and egrets stalking prey in the marsh that runs along the endless…
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