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A less than willing subject.

When I finish a good book I feel happy it’s done but disappointed that it’s the end.  It is the same way with my craft projects.  Two more projects are finished.

Every day I go outside and take pictures with my Canon Rebel EOS T2i, then review each photo, ask questions online, read other’s blogs and watch You Tube video’s about photography.

Some time over the last year the dogs and I have gained weight. It didn’t happen overnight, that’s for sure.  But how had we, my three Border Collies and I, bulked up in size?

I wrote this in 2013.  Today would have been my Mom’s 94th birthday.

This morning I went to the Calagaz Photo store in Pensacola, Florida to pick up my Canon Rebel EO5 T2i that was there for cleaning.  Before leaving home I searched through my Dad’s old photography equipment to see what I could sell or trade.  He had several 35 mm cameras: Pentax, Mamiya/Sekor (Japanese), Samoca and a Konica. 

When my car gets low on gas it makes me very mad.  I hate to stop at gas stations.  I’m not sure why, although one time two years ago a fuel pump nozzle didn’t automatically shut off and sprayed my van and me with gas.  I freaked out and probably have never recovered.  What if it happens again?  I’m weird that way!

A happy heart sings regardless of ability.  We sing along with others who inspire us.

I’ve written many times about the morning ritual I have with my three Border Collies.  Every day we walk around the back acreage, something they look forward to after they eat their morning meal. 

April 28, 2019 My 2009 HP Pavilion Laptop is becoming very sluggish.  It’s days are numbered. It’s time to buy another mid-level laptop...

In April, 2017 I went to a Bead Retreat in Ogunquit, Maine.  It seems fitting that I’ve been home working on one of my favorite new bead ventures: bead embroidery.

What was I thinking, I ask myself? I’ve been a bookworm since the moment I could form a coherent sentence.  So we are talking decades and decades.  I’ve read thousands of books, good ones and bad ones.

Have you ever been awakened by an overpowering, invasive smell?  Thankfully I’m not talking about the smell of smoke.  But if you have dogs you know the smell of which I speak.

In my youth that statement would never cross my mind.  In my youth I never felt “good enough” at anything.  I was told if only I did such and such like this or that person then I would be perfect.

It was hard to look at the tri-colored adult, male Border Collie sitting alone in the black wire crate inside my Honda Odyssey. “Cowboy” wasn’t upset or restless, as he was used to traveling to dog shows and had been in many strange situations.

Springtime brings with it a splash of colors.  My dogs and I have been exploring the back yard.

It doesn’t seem possible that I’m inching closer to the age of seventy.  After that comes eighty and ninety! Wow.   At what point do I officially call myself an Old Fart?

Thousands, if not millions of people suffer from autoimmune diseases, which are defined as any disease in which the body’s immune system attacks healthy cells.

I’ve finally found an unconventional doctor, one who listens and doesn’t necessarily allow himself to be constrained by current medical beliefs.

Every daydream/book needs a song, right?  Here’s my suggestion for one of my chapters.  I think of someone like Alanis Morissette singing it.