Robo-calls. We all get them, we all ignore them, we try to put them out of our minds. Every so often, though, it’s a legitimate call that we missed because . . . . . well, it came from a cell phone number we didn’t recognize or a destination that seemed familiar, so maybe we should answer . . . . Continue reading ““We’ve Been Trying to Reach You . . .””
Month: July 2019
Accosted By Nature – My Wife’s Story
We were lying in bed the other night – I peacefully reading my book, when Herself spotted a “bug on the ceiling”. It turned out to be a small moth. I’m thinking “no big deal, it will fly away.” My wife, on the other hand, foresees an Alfred Hitchcock ending in which that moth will give a signal and legions of moths will descend on her. While I’ve never heard of moths actually attacking humans, particularly as they have only what, one nerve cell and no brain? So, the chances are pretty slim that they’ll be planning an attack on her in the night, but no matter – it could happen. I sprang into action, going in search of a swatter. The moth thoughtfully, and unlike most other insects I’ve encountered, stayed in place until I could return and miss it with a truly vibrant swipe. It wisely flew off and is most likely still hiding behind a bureau wondering what all the fuss was about. Continue reading “Accosted By Nature – My Wife’s Story”
Life is . . . .elusive
As I was out watering my garden plants this morning, I realized that despite my best efforts, they’re not stagnant. There’s an ebb and flow. At moments, they look spectacular, and once I’ve planted some containers, I expect them to stay that way until the fall. That never happens. They go through ups and downs, although I water and fertilize them, loosen the soil, pick off the dead blossoms, and do pretty much everything I can to make them look their best. Occasionally, one or two plants will need to be replaced, and that changes the whole complexion of the container. Sometimes I like it better, sometimes not quite so much. My garden is constantly . . . elusive. Continue reading “Life is . . . .elusive”