As some of you know, I’m currently owned by two dogs: Xena, an elderly Great Pyrenees, and Odo, a puppy of the same breed. My last experience with a puppy was in 1986 (Wulfie, the Old English Sheepdog), and I’d forgotten how exhausting, challenging, charming, and occasionally hilarious, such a thing can be. In the… Continue reading No Matter What: Contrarian Pets, and the Owner Who Loves Them
Doormats are valuable objects, but they are not friends. Wise words, spoken by a fellow Ricochet member on a recent thread about friendship. They are words I think that Mr. Right would have agreed with. (He'd probably have appreciated much this individual has to say, just as I do myself). When talking about relationships, either… Continue reading The Test of True Friendship: Don’t Be a Doormat
As some of you know, I’m British. And as such, I generally try to keep a pretty stiff upper lip about things. Not to whine unduly. And when I do whine, I try to whine directly at the person or people who are at the root of my dissatisfaction or unhappiness, or in the case… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale, Thou Bleak Midwinter of My Discontent!
Merry and Blessed Christmas to all from Chateau Right! Xena leads off with a welcome: I've been known to go a bit overboard with the Christmas decorations, but I love them so, especially the decorations on and under the tree, many of whose provenance extends back forty years to the time when Mr. Right's and… Continue reading Bringing the Light
I offer you another seasonal post, this one of which was first published on Ricochet eight Decembers ago. In fact, it was one of my first posts on the site, after I'd worked up the nerve--having been there for a couple of years, lurking and making the occasional tentative comment--to start writing my heart out. … Continue reading Putting Up the Christmas Tree
Oh well. Lord only knows, when you're as old as I am, somewhere on the shady side of your seventh decade on this earth (for those of you in Rio Linda, that means I'm in my mid-to-late 60s--deal with it), you must take life as you find it, and celebrate your victories--no matter how minor… Continue reading Adventures in Chicken Brain
https://youtu.be/WKu6HFrtpkM (Apologies for the rather tinny and reedy audio. Entirely my fault. It was a spontaneous reaction, emotion not a bit recollected in tranquility (h/t William Wordsworth). I used the voice recorder of my iPhone, and I was w-a-a-y in the back of the audience. I just wanted you to hear my neighbors and friends, children… Continue reading Hallelujah! Our Long, Dark, Winter Night is Over!
Beloved stepdaughter is leaving shortly for the trek south-and-west to Chateau Right, where she should arrive mid-afternoon. It's just the two of us (so far) today, but you never know. Angels have a habit of showing up unexpectedly here, and we never turn them away: QOTD: Entertaining Angels Entertaining Angles: Four-legged one's mostly Entertaining Angels:… Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
Trigger Warning (don’t say I didn’t warn you)–I am about to quote (and praise) Garrison Keillor. Some background: When (in the terms some like to put it) Mr. She’s and my “love was young,” we found ourselves living in the low-rent district in Pittsburgh’s Mt. Washington (the high-rent district of which was populated by industrial… Continue reading In Praise of Small Talk
Cross-posted--for the most part--from Ricochet: So there I was this morning, slurping up my daily “Jolt of Good News” from the Good News Network when I came across this tidbit and was catapulted (you’ll see what I did there in a moment) back several years in my Ricochet life. Normally, I only get this sort of… Continue reading The Gentrified Cats of Istanbul