This is Bert, one of my parents’ kitties. I love the details of his tabby coat–the swirls and strips and pattern remind me so much of my sweet Papa. Bertie has a great story. My parents’ house backs up to fields and flood plains and a creek (which we pronounce “crik”). Every so often, wild … Continue reading
Grandpa’s number one happy place is a cabin in the Rocky Mountains, listening to the elk bugle and the river rush by. But judging by the look on his face, sharing Sunday morning breakfast with Bubba runs a close second.
Sorry for the tardiness of this post. Bubba and I spent a lovely, leisurely weekend in Nebraska visiting Grandpa and Grandma and the combination of the time change and the total disregard for routine has made for an interesting 48 hours. But today was back to work and real life ((sigh)). I can’t quite decide … Continue reading
Day 5: 5 o’clock To quote my mother: Home again, home again, jiggety jig. We’re finally home after a looooooong weekend in Nebraska. It was the annual open house at my parents’ store. It was the first open house in the new store and it went wonderfully. We pulled into the garage just a few … Continue reading
Day 6: Writing Remember when I was gone last weekend? Mr. Phish and I spent the weekend in Nebraska helping my parents move. In 1979, my mom and dad took a leap of faith. With one baby and another on the way shortly, my parents bought a drug store in a rural Nebraska. My mom … Continue reading
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