Taking notes along the way
T-storms last night and this morning. Rumbles. King would have been pacing, pawing me, trying to climb onto the bed. He hated thunder. Over the last few years, he even grew restless as the pressure changed. Gaby…sleeps. Unless it rumbles hard enough to rattle the house, she pretty much ignores storms. It’s strange, getting used Read More …
Ya-flippy dippin’-hoo. Awoke around 8ish, and started getting prepped for a busy day of shopping and working when Gaby threw up on the hallway rug. Yellow liquid with foam. Good old bile, which had built up enough to irritate her tum because she hasn’t been eating enough. She had yet to eat breakfast, and hadn’t Read More …
Over on Facebook, I posted a link to a Roger Ebert essay on life, death, and things learned in between. I think it a courageous piece by someone who was staring mortality in the face. Lovely, in places. One line in particular stood out for me, a quote by van Gogh. “Just as we take Read More …