Bette Davis was onto something when she said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.”
In addition to struggling to be eighty-six and, well, just being Grampa, there is more lately. 1,010 more words
4 days, 6 hours
Way back last year
The first flake fell
And just like that
Poof! Winter’s spell.
First, such beauty
A world aglow
cast soft on snow… 115 more words
1 week, 3 days
Little Bitty Bad Things
In preparation for their inevitable world domination, ThingOne and ThingTwo practice their evil laughs. Feel free to watch it more than once. I hope it makes you smile, although it 6 more words
2 weeks, 2 days
There is an old joke about three fools arriving at the gates of Heaven.
Because I have a visual, and rather dramatic brain, I see it this way… 1,098 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
Fred and I are resting today, because it’s been a trying week.
Well, I don’t want to minimize it.
It’s been a trying week and five days… 1,288 more words
I have decided that, when my being is challenged by fear or threatened loss, or loss itself, my heart does not break.
It does not crack. 563 more words
Down syndrome. You can spot “them” from across a gymnasium. Their eyes are different…they have a flat nose bridge. They have some kind of learning disability.