Life Little darlin’, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter Shawshank, March 10, 2024 Good morning my Sunday friends. Yep, it’s the end of the weekend, and we’re on the couch with our yummy coffees. I have Chaucer up on my lap, and Pippin is having some breakfast. Spring is slowly making her way back to where we are. In the mornings, if I get up at a normal… Continue Reading
Life Everything is bleak it’s the middle of the night Shawshank, March 3, 2024 Well, it is snowing out there. It hasn’t really accumulated too much around the flat, because the wind has never died down. I’m monitoring it, cause I’ll be trekking up to Shady Acres a couple of times today. Once, probably around noon, and then probably later in the day just to clean up what’s accumulated.… Continue Reading
Life Can you take me higher? To a place where blind men see Shawshank, February 25, 2024 The coffee is brewing, and the sun is slowly rising over the houses here in TinyTown. It’s another day. The last day off before next weekend. The cats are slinking around the flat this morning. I’ve already tried and failed to wrangle the cats. I slept like the dead last night. I think once I… Continue Reading
Life You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine Shawshank, February 18, 2024 “GET OFF ME, GAS BOY!” That was the war cry this morning, when I attempted, by stealth to snuggle as close as possible to Crystal. I was doing everything right. Moving slow, as to not be noticed by her. I had my mission, I accepted it, and was in the movement phase. I knew what… Continue Reading
Life Glaciers melting in the dead of night Shawshank, February 11, 2024 Hello world. Good morning, greetings and salutations. It’s a dark Sunday morning here in TinyTown. The coffee is brewing, and we’re awake, but not liking it this morning. After almost a week of setting the alarm for 4:30, it sure is nice to sleep in until 7. I had gotten up around 5, I think… Continue Reading
Life It’s getting freaky on the floor feel that rumbling sound Shawshank, February 4, 2024 Good morning world. We’re all awake here. Chaucer is crying to try and trash talk Pippin. Pippin is off somewhere doing Pippin things. The coffee has given us a gift this morning, in the form of liquid energy. I had a good sleep. I can’t remember if I got up in the night. I think… Continue Reading