Friday, February 28, 2025
Dog Ownership
Follow Up - Ouchy Boo Boo!
Here's an update to my December 24, 2024 posting titled, "Ouchy Boo Boo!". The somewhat embarrassing mishap I had while shaking a rug off my deck.
I had a routine doctors appointment on February 19, so I mentioned the accident to my doctor and how it was still quite swollen and painful. She thought it best to have some x-rays taken to see what was going on. Well, the good news is - "No acute fractures or dislocations." with the test results being normal, see below -
A One! A Two! A Three, HEAVE!
Tuesday, February 25, 2025
Do Better Franklin DPW!
Sunday, February 23, 2025
640 Pages Never Went So Fast!
Saturday, February 22, 2025
Car-go Beep Beep!
Returning from my walk on Wednesday, I came across this site.
An opportunistic Turkey Vulture taking advantage of an opossum that clearly did NOT look BOTH ways before trying to cross the street, alas.
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
A Kousa Shadow
Senior Living; A Dogs Life
Monday, February 17, 2025
I'm "Knot" Kidding...
Saturday, February 15, 2025
Estrogen BAD!
Friday, February 14, 2025
A Milestone!
Wednesday, February 12, 2025
"Potato, Potahto"
Just Wanted To Share
The Draft King ads are exhausting and too much! They inundate and take over my Internet, local television and my streaming services, UGH ENOUGH, STOP!
Draft Kings, Kevin Hart, Jim Mora and especially LeBron James can all go pound sand! I hope they each get violent diarrhea and 💩 their pants!
Sunday, February 09, 2025
Dads Don't Die
Saturday, February 08, 2025
Trying To Give Grief A Shape
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”
-Jamie Anderson
I now realize that to lose someone we have lost (and not just in death) does not erase the love we have felt for them. It simply moves the object of our love out of reach. Grief is the space left behind, and it is the act of loving someone who is gone.