I'm Just Saying

It’s not uncommon when one, whether watching television or doing something as banal as munching cereal at the kitchen counter, catches sight of something from the corner of the eye.

It began as an inside joke and transitioned into a (somewhat) irrational fear that every time Paul leaves the country leading one of his garden tours, all hell breaks loose at the farm. Coincidences, I’m sure, but did that tall, gangly pine tree have to crash across the riding arena less than 24 hours of him departing for England?

Yocheved Lifshitz is, and how gratifying it is to describe her in present tense, 85 years of age and has, by one small gesture, given the rest of the world the assurance of Hope.

Because I had an upcoming performance on the calendar, I went as usual to see the guy who cuts my hair, Baron.

There are times in one's life that a moment of clarity pings between the ears and registers…

‘What the hell am I doing?’

As much as I was prepared for the 2:20pm FEMA and FCC emergency Alert System for my cellphone (as well as radio and television), it didn’t prevent my head flying through the sunroof of my truck when it went off.
It should be said that prior to this test, my truck didn’t have a sunroof.

Well, you know I love this stuff so how could I ignore the catchy headline of an article in The Jerusalem Post detailing a fascinating carving in a temple in India? It appears that the carving is of a mustached man, wearing traditional Indian garb, riding a bicycle.

Oh, and the temple is 2,000 years old.

It started with a seemingly innocuous little sneeze from our 16 year old cat, Tippy, whom we’ve had since a rescued kitten. And then, as happens in a household of children, an upper respiratory infection spread like wildfire through all five cats, despite being vaccinated for everything and living indoors.