Friday Laugh

Squeaky toy

My Standard Poodle acts the same way with a squeaky toy, tossing it around with gusto.  She doesn’t try to imitate it, though, because the squeaking unsettles her. I think she figures that she has killed or immobilized the poor toy until it squeaks.  I’ll have to post a video of her hilarious reaction sometime.


Birthday musings

Today is my birthday.  I am now old enough to add an Amtrak discount to those at the local movie theater and Denny’s. I am old enough that I haven’t been carded in two decades.  I am old enough to wake up with stiff hands and a knee that clicks as I head down the stairs to the kitchen. I am old enough to find myself in the middle of a room with no idea why I went there or what I went there to get.

I am still young enough to marvel at sunsets and to have my heart lift at the narcissus and forsythia blooming in the neighborhood this week. I am young enough to dream about what I want to be and to believe in the power of one person to change the world.

I will always root for the underdog, cry at commercials with baby humans or animals, and sing when I’m alone. I will always have the shy, misfit four-year-old in my brain, sharing space with the depressed, sarcastic teenager, and the nerdy graduate student who outlined a short story with characters speaking Anglo-Saxon.

I am old enough to take fewer things for granted, to spend less time on things I cannot change. I am old enough to feel less like a misfit,  not to voice the sarcastic thoughts I have when it is not helpful or appropriate. I’m old enough to realize that education does not make a person better, and sometimes not even smarter.

Despite all my decades, I’m still learning and evolving.  Here’s to learning more in the next year.  


Autumnal Equinox

I love living in a part of the world where the leaves change, the morning air is clear and crisp, and sitting outside with a cup of tea and a blanket on my lap is meditative.

My parents’ love of classical music was one of their gifts to me, and although I am late for the autumnal equinox, here is Vivaldi’s celebration of the season.