Fourteen Years

August, 2010 I made an entry called “Batless Belfry ” (opens in new window). Anybody remember? Well, it’s still happening, folks. I saw a grand total of two bats all summer, in an area where I used to be able to spot dozens in the summer twilight. The National Speleological Society has a good summary…

Funny thing about the holiday season. It tends to bring the dilettante altruists out from the woodwork. I’m not complaining. I’m just striking while the iron is hot. The period between Thanksgiving and Christmas is when the cat shelter I volunteer for gets the bulk of its donations. The single biggest fund-raising event we do…

So here I sit, feeling sorry for myself, when my station plays a song I haven’t heard for many years. I may not believe in God, but there are uncanny coincidences in our lives. Some of those pick you up and shake you by the shoulders at just the right time. When I went out…

Aunt Artist and Uncle Oregon evidentally had The Flight(s) from Hell on their eastward journey. I didn’t quite follow all of it, but it seems there were two unexpected/extended stop-overs on the way. They only just got in shortly before nine, and aren’t sure they’re going to be up to seeing us. I told them…

To continue Friday’s analogy: The branch has fallen. The birds thus dislodged from the tree have flown off in search of other perches. My branch remains secure, with a better view of the sky. The better view of the sky means that the hawks circling above get a better look at me. In a continuing…

Tendon release surgery went well Wednesday. I came out of anesthesia with a dry nose that turned very drippy in the recovery room; by the time I woke up Thursday morning it was a full-blown head cold. I must have been ready to break with the cold going into surgery. Hand-wise things are going well….