Since daughter Rebecca was a toddler, she danced, copying the ballerinas on the television. The Nutcracker was her favorite.
A YMCA class gave our daughter, age 8, the opportunity to learn ballet steps. This column recounts a mother’s joy watching her daughter’s first official attempts at dance.
I can close my eyes and see the girls again as they stepped across the floor. The fun stays with me all these years later.
I know I’m enjoying this beautiful, mild, and warm November week, so is my dog, Sunny and my chickens are, too.
After coyotes raided our yard and spirited away five hens, the leftovers haven’t ventured far from their coop. Today was different.
Though this isn’t far from their home coop, it is the farthest they have been away from the scantity of their roost.
I handed out grape treats. Only Bonnie comes to take food from my hand, but the others are thinking about getting closer to yummy bits held between my fingers.
I hope you can enjoy these last lovely days of fall, too,
Too soon we’ll be back to regular November weather.
I missed getting a photo of Car-E’s actions or the aftermath on the bathroom floor, but I did document another toilet paper fiasco.
Yes, I did rewind the toilet paper and will use it. There wasn’t anything wrong with it, except that it was unwound.
If company comes, I’ll set out a new roll. Right now, I have to reach into the cabinet for my TP as it is the only way to keep Car-E having another playtime in the bathroom.
Some people may remember my friend, Wendel. He was my constant companion in the late 80s and 1990s.
I hope you enjoy hearing about Wendel today.
Wendel is still a good friend, even if he hasn’t seen the light of day for a while.
Maybe our friendship will become a book. I’ve been thinking about a picture book about Wendel for a long time. I’ll ask him if he’s ready. If Wendel agrees, I’ll start working on a new project with my friend, Wendel.