Category Archives: family
January Twenty-seventh, No Worries
The look on my son’s face. He had forgotten about my doctor’s appointment. When he emerged from his room and saw me up, dressed and preparing to leave he was surprised. Then I reminded him. I had already fed the … Continue reading
Day Twenty Six; Footnotes of Bake That Cake
I baked another cake…from scratch. Usually at Christmas my mother would bake a chocolate cake, the banana pudding and a pineapple upside down cake. None of which happened this past Christmas. I baked the chocolate cake and the banana pudding … Continue reading
January Twenty-sixth; In Honor, Memory and Love
It would have been today. It would have been our thirty-seventh anniversary, but he was called home to Heaven and I am here. Today though, I remember, and I miss. I remember that first time we talked. I was just … Continue reading
Day Twenty-five; Footnotes of When Its Okay
The adventure called spending the day with mom. I needed a few things. My list was short. I called mom and she wanted to ride along. She didn’t need much, until she told dad she was going then her list … Continue reading
January Twenty Fifth; Thoughts on Putting Things Off
Well I did something I hate doing. I made an appointment with a doctor. Its my optometrist but its still a doctor. I really like this doctor, he is the one who caught the fact that it is Keratoconus that … Continue reading
Day Twenty-four; Footnotes Retirement Isn’t For the Weak, and a Mother’s Gratitude
Yeah, it isn’t easy. When the mail ran today included in with the post card from that trucking company wishing to hire my deceased husband (yes, I’ve sent messages telling them), a card from someone wanting to buy my house … Continue reading
Day Twenty-three; Footnotes of Photo Evidence
What an afternoon. The dogs have spent the day barking at the cats who for some reason kept coming around to the front of the house. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the barking by any way other than … Continue reading
Day Twenty-two Footnotes and Memories
Found this lurking in my memories today. Written in 2016 and shared without changes. When my brothers and I were growing up our maternal grandparents lived next door. During the summers we spent more time with them than at home … Continue reading
Day Twenty-one; Footnotes of Its Snowing Again
Well, its snowing again. The thing that concerns me, is that they, the all knowing weather prognosticators, said it appears that we would get a ‘trace to an inch’. The way it is falling out there now, it better stop … Continue reading
Words from The Dirt Road 