Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
From “Farewell” by Anne Bronte
Bittersweet thoughts…
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Our dear Alfie 2011 – 2024
Her last photo.
Alfie left us on the evening of October 23 after a full and happy day of walking and romping in the neighborhood, playtime, treats, mealtimes, and plenty of naps. We were blessed beyond measure to have her for 13 1/2 years.
They do not live long enough.
We miss her so much.
A couple of quick book reviews…
I’ve come to the conclusion that Max Lucado is OK in small amounts, but in book, or any other extended form, his formula gets stale quickly, and the artificiality of his “voice” becomes quite apparent. It’s not that he’s without insights or writing ability…he has both. It’s that the presentation doesn’t work in anything longer than a page or two. I didn’t care for this book.
This is a really nice guidebook to the Battlefield at Gettysburg. I have never been there, but the history is really brought to life, and tied in with a landscape that the author is clearly intimately familiar with. It put me there, and made me really want to pay a visit. Good stuff.
Nieces and nephews take all forms…
Mr. Moo!!!
Miss Pearly-Whirly. So-called by me because she is never in focus because she never. stops. moving.
Rocco, the sweetest cat ever!
Signs of the time…
There’s something weird going on with the physiology of this guy…
Just saying hi to one of the neighbors…
Halloween has gotten a tad more…intense…since I was a kid…
This is more my speed…
Keeping an eye or two on the Halloween goings-on…
Not sure what’s going on here, but my guess is, they’ve overwatered their lawn…
Nevermore…
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
‘Tis the season…
Escape from the air show…
Riding out the accursed Great Pacific Airshow in a park far away.
Alfie, the aggressive picknicker says, “Make me a plate, human!”
A wee bit of fallish color.
She’s thinking this air show avoidance thing ain’t half bad.
Beware of giant spiders…
It’s that time of year, and there’s not always going to be a superhero and first responder around to help you.
October starts with a melting moon!
‘Tis the season!