I wonder if I will still hate Sunday nights when I retire. I’m quite sure that I am not the only one who feels this way. Sundays used to be a day of rest—perhaps for some it still is. But for me, it’s panic day. So very much to do, so little time to do… Continue reading Monday Monday
Author: miranda
My Little Dog Jack
The table was cleared last night and all the leftovers were put away– today they are nearly gone. Three loads of dishes were done, and the last of the fancy glasses were put back on the shelf, upside down so they won’t collect dust until the next time they are used, next November. The white… Continue reading My Little Dog Jack
Thanksgiving
Thirty two years ago, I had something to prove. I was recently married, and so, in fact, I had a lot to prove. First of all, that I could actually cook a turkey. I had never cooked a turkey, but I was good at following directions. I got advice from my “Nana”, Grandma Jenny Silver. … Continue reading Thanksgiving
Just Call Me The Grinch
I don’t get it. Today as I was getting off the freeway, I passed a local farm stand that had just put up a big sign: “Get Your Christmas Trees Here!” And there they were, lined up like little soldiers, the beautiful Scotch pines, and Douglas firs, and balsams. How will they even last the… Continue reading Just Call Me The Grinch
He Was Just Lucky
Maybe it was the half-starved little bay mare I saw on the San Diego Humane Society’s website today, or maybe it was the sight of my husband cleaning his saddle, the one he hasn’t used since old Veronica died back in 2005—I don’t know—but something’s got me thinking about horses again. And remembering the first… Continue reading He Was Just Lucky
I am the Grocery Store Doctor
I hate supermarkets—those bright fluorescently lit mega-stores where you seem to walk for miles, filling your cart as you go while constantly rearranging the contents to avoid flattening of the perishable fruits and bread. There was a time ten years ago when the presence of three rapidly growing teenagers mandated the use of two carts… Continue reading I am the Grocery Store Doctor
A Dog Story
I am not in the habit of writing obituaries for dogs. But some things you just can’t let go of. Maybe it is because Thanksgiving is approaching, and Thanksgiving four years ago was the start of all this dog’s troubles, or maybe it’s just that the shorter days and longer nights give cause for contemplation,… Continue reading A Dog Story
The Things They Put on Their Skin
When patients start their radiation therapy, one of the side effects that we tell them to look for is a skin reaction. Depending on the area of the body treated, and the dose given, the skin reaction at the end of treatment ranges anywhere from a mild sunburned look all the way to what we… Continue reading The Things They Put on Their Skin
What to Hold On To
Make me an angel, that flies from Montgom’ry Make me a poster, from an old rodeo Just give me something that I can hold on to To believe in this living, is just a hard way to go. John Prine I had the day off today for Veterans Day and I had few things on… Continue reading What to Hold On To
Veterans Day
IN FLANDERS FIELDS JOHN McCRAE, PHYSICIAN, WARRIOR, POET In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved… Continue reading Veterans Day