“I have to be seen to be believed”–Queen Elizabeth II The only British monarch of my lifetime died today. She was crowned in June 1953, slightly more than a year before I was born. I was named after her, “Elizabeth,” and–for my middle name–after my grandmother who was to die when I was only a… Continue reading We Saw Her. We Believed. And Now She’s Gone.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffZI9ETWMmo He was born 110 years ago, on May 18, 1912, just a small piece down the road from me, in Canonsburg PA, home of (among other things) Sarris Candies and All-Clad cookware. Not to mention also Bobby Vinton, Marty Schottenheimer (giving the lie to the idea that the only good things, NFL-wise, to come… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Pierino Ronald Como!
Well, OK. Einstein was wrong. (I say this because I refuse to believe, just because I indulge this particular sort of repetitive behavior--always believing that, next time, when the end comes I'm going to weather the storm without incident--that I’m insane. Obtuse, stubborn, and human, perhaps. But not insane.) Shortly before Christmas, it fell to… Continue reading Giving My Heart (Just Once More) For a Dog to Tear
I've mentioned before how much I enjoy Ammo Grrrll's Friday morning posts on Powerline. Today's post, Make New Friends, and Keep the Old, is no exception. Her fond recounting of some of the entries in "Mama Dorothy's autograph book" put me in mind of this post I wrote on Ricochet eight (!) years ago about… Continue reading Roses are Red . . . Jokes, Adages, Sayings
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering 'it will be happier'--Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crimenutely. In my search for a suitable quote of the day for New Year's Eve, I stumbled over a little-known work (at least, I didn't know about it, which makes it little-known in my book) by Alfred, Lord… Continue reading Two from Tennyson
He was the biggest--in every sense of the word--dog who's ever owned me. Big of size, big (well, reasonably big) of brain, big of spirit, but most of all, big of heart. Levi's long, and very good, run came to an end this morning. He'd been having increasing trouble hauling his 150lb frame to its… Continue reading Ave Atque Vale: The Greatest Pyrenees
...is to tell their stories. That's what I've tried to do, over the years, with my family members--father, mother, husband, stepson Sam, stepson Mike, friend Colleen, Mr. Right's first wife, and many others I've lost over the years. Some of them certainly didn't start out as natural allies. But they ended up as beloved friends.… Continue reading The Best Way to Memorialize the Dead…
Before my husband, Mr. Right, died last year, he spent many years (probably well over a decade, now that I reflect on it with the benefit of hindsight) slowly succumbing to dementia. It's a cruel disease, as many of you know. But also looking back on it, and--indeed--since he died, I've found humor in some… Continue reading An Autocorrect Fail, or Just the Funniest Book Review Ever?
Yeah. No. (As he, himself, might say.) From Wiktionary: Verb: embrace the suck: 1)--military, slang--To consciously accept or appreciate something that is extremely unpleasant but unavoidable. For your sake, dear man, I'm trying. And I'm halfway there. I won't, won't, won't, embrace it. But it does bloody suck. Pretty sure that's the best I can… Continue reading Military Quote of the Day: Embrace the Suck