Life That the walls were shaking, the Earth was quaking Shawshank, July 17, 2023 Awake! This is the second time I woke up this morning. I was up around 3, just to go to the bathroom. When I was finished, I snuggled back into bed, and quickly fell asleep again. Yep, that’s right. It’s a sunny Monday morning here in TinyTown. Brunch day. I… Continue Reading
Life Right between the sound machine Shawshank, July 16, 2023 At one point I heard Crystal whisper-yell to the cats this morning to stop it with their bullshit. I gather that they were fighting this morning. I’m told that it was Pippin that started the scuffle. I think I slept through the fun. Good morning my friends. It’s a gray… Continue Reading
Life The stew that you’re cooking, it smells so good- it’s got everybody talking in the neighborhood Shawshank, July 15, 2023July 15, 2023 Good morning my super-friends. I believe it’s Saturday, and I slept in for about 10-15 minutes. Chaucer climbed over my legs a couple of times to signal to me that it was time to wake up. So, here we are; on the couch, news on, and a coffee in our… Continue Reading
Life You don’t tug on superman’s cape, you don’t spit into the wind Shawshank, July 14, 2023 Good morning friends, guess what? It’s Friyay! Today will be a long-ass day. I have to drive to CapitalCity – pick up and deliver a couple of pieces of furniture, and a few other things, then the drive back. That’s why I’m up an hour early. The day starts a… Continue Reading
Life You’re so fine, I want you mine, you’re so delicious Shawshank, July 13, 2023 Good morning my friends. I actually almost made it to 7am. I think I kinda woke up, and looked – 6:32. Not too bad. I think Crystal was already awake. But I don’t know for sure, because I looked at the clock and then closed my eyes again. Work wasn’t… Continue Reading
Life Armed with will and determination, and grace, too Shawshank, July 12, 2023 Welp, it’s morning again. I’ve been up on and off since around 4 this morning. Between Pippin, unruly sheets, and losing the power of breathing through one’s nose, it was a tossy turny morning. Chaucer is already crawling up on to my lap. Pippin is off doing Pippin things, and… Continue Reading