Awesome. This week we met our grandchild. The first one. A part of me says I’m not old enough to have grandchildren (I definitely am), another part says, wow, finally. As usual most friends already have grands. And they say they love them. Love getting them. Love having them. Love giving them back. We, the…
Category: Musing
Kill him off…
Oh, please, just let him die. Let the Doctor get the TARDIS, sans a companion, into some unimaginable confluence of positive and negative energy, or, let there be some huge mashup of time and space, or, take him back to the beginning of the universe [because you’ve already done the end of it] or plop…
Ugh! Time Flies.
It’s been three months since my last post. LOL, sounds sort of like the start of confession. Ah, but truly, my last post was March for St. Paddy’s day. Now it’s hot, well, what would you expect in June, in the South, in North Carolina? And while I do think that time flies, sometimes I think…
Being Irish
There are so many celebrations in March, the Ides, the swallows returning to Capistrano, the Vernal Equinox and the warming of the north, but nothing beats the shear madness of St. Patrick’s day. Dad would say, “on St. Patrick’s day there are only two kinds of people in the world, those who are Irish and those…
My Time
I can remember, clearly, the first time I was able to talk about it being months since. I was being chastened, as always, on a trip home from my grandparent’s, or maybe it was my uncle’s house. Anyway, once again I had not behaved badly, but not behaved well enough to not to be lectured…