Category: Musing

Waiting for an email to show up is a little bit like watching a pot with the hope that your eyes will make it boil faster and perhaps just as effective. Got a last minute invitation and tried to tee things up so I could slip away and go but that watched email trick didn’t… Continue reading I Wanted To Come

I am feeling more than a little feisty and not just because of what I wrote here or other things I have written elsewhere. Man asks me about someone and I say I know love is still there because that kind of love don’t die. “Maybe not, but how long can you wait? “Who says… Continue reading That Kind Of Love Don’t Die

Mr. Floyd accompanies me on a trip through the past, present and into the future where a goal tells me no one can take better care of me and says she can prove it. Somewhere in the time flow I am asked if I recognize I might get what I ask for and I nod… Continue reading You Might Get What You Asked For

Eighteen months have come and gone since dad took leave of this plane of existence. Add a few days and countless hours and you’ll take me back to the hospice where we held watch and I made my final promise to him. I remember midway through those terrible days starting to want it to be… Continue reading A True Life Partner