As we age, we all crave feeling like a kid again. It's hard to do when we're mostly worried about our aging health and the dreaded onset of dementia. But, we can do two things to ward off the onset of dementia. Exercise and eat a well-balanced diet. And, we can have fun doing both… Continue reading How my red helmet helps me feel like a kid again
Month: June 2018
The day I found weird inspiration at the vineyard
The weirdest thing has happened to me since I cleaned my office. It happened when I finally found the top of my desk. After sorting, scanning, shredding, and finding a spot for everything...my desk is clean and clear of clutter, except for this colorful post-it note holder, my glasses, and my cup of coffee. Ever… Continue reading The day I found weird inspiration at the vineyard
Storm watching memories
Storm clouds are deceiving. Looks of them intriguing. Colors appearing and then disappearing. Swirling and turning. Omniscient ways cover the skies. Rearing up with thunder and lightning, wind and rain. The daring line of threat paid no mind to us. Leaving without a debt, as scary as it looked, it was just a fast-moving rainstorm. Fields… Continue reading Storm watching memories
A memory drive through Menomonie, WI
Every summer when my brother and I were young, we'd spend a week at my grandparents' house while mom and dad took a vacation. I never knew why it was that we couldn't go along with them, but it was the deal we had and there wasn't much to argue about. We'd sit quietly in… Continue reading A memory drive through Menomonie, WI
How you know I have a foot fetish
Every morning, when I walk into my closet to get dressed for the day, I think of my daughter and a conversation we had when she helped me clear out my closet. First, I remember that I still have work to do. Secondly, that I love the result of our clutter clearing project. Thirdly, that… Continue reading How you know I have a foot fetish
Hunting me some curves, ya baby
If only birds could be caught by the smell of a small dog's nose, this pup would be a world-class-award-winning bird dog. Don't let the yawn fool you, he's just pretending to be bored. He's a clever one. At the sound of birds squawking through the open window, Copper can go from sleeping comfortably at… Continue reading Hunting me some curves, ya baby