(Not your normal bill of fare, this) Back in August, I wrote about the many miracles that surrounded my Mother’s death in 1996. But, I never mentioned the related miracles that occurred in New Zealand … until now. In 1994 or 1995, Mom was on oxygen 24/7 and had wasted away to 75 pounds. An […]
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Many 12-step programs tell you to “Let Go and Let God”. But, as my big sister often reminds me, even when we do so, we frequently freak out and claw stuff right back. Case in point… I recently took a deep breath, said some prayers, and moved the HOGS Blog to a cheaper New Zealand […]
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The Missus and I need a big house so we both can have our own space. And in the land of semi-retirement, you watch your money pretty closely. So, of course, we just bought a little camper van. In our defense, it’s not really a camper van. Certainly not like the big one that two families […]
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Don’t mind my 26-year-old musician son as he grumpily digs through the mall trash bin. He is not foraging for food, like many starving musicians. He is looking for the plastic packaging that he shredded about 30 minutes ago to get to his new headphones. Why? Because we have just had the following Father-Son chat […]
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I love eccentric people, especially if they have chickens. And don’t live next door. Hence, I love going to the physiotherapist, to have my head rotated and get an update on the Titirangi Chicken Situation. (Yes, I shot that seven-second video last year!) It seems that the Council — after six months of meetings and […]
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I guess I need to get used to the seizures. The Crack Puppy would not settle next to my leg last night, as we Facebooked, watched TV and read about Salvation History. Then she raised up her front end and went rigid. She was seizuring again.
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It’s late. I’m relaxing in the recliner. Reading. Sort of. Zzzzzzzz. Hearing aids are out. Because I do not want to be disturbed. Happy sigh. But then I hear something disturbing.
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