Perhaps we’ll get another dog,’ I had written, what, three weeks ago? ‘Perhaps we’ll take a break from dogs for a bit...’
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As Florence approached the western part of the state, it appeared certain events at The World Equestrian Games would be canceled as no one knew quite how waterlogged the showgrounds might become.
After two years, this was the day I’d been waiting for.
A rather breathtaking headline rung round the world last week:
‘Stunning anti-ageing breakthrough could see humans live to 150 and see regenerating organs by 2020 for the price of a coffee a day!’
Wait a minute, whaaaa?
Having recently lost our 16 year old one-eyed Jack/Rat terrier, Rosie, as quiet as she was, how silent the house has become.
Within the cluster of television reboots comes a film sequel that, quite frankly, I’m surprised took this long. Tom Cruise has begun filming the sequel to Top Gun in Norfolk, Virginia, aboard the USS Abraham Lincoln.
A friend of mine recently posted a rather funny ‘meme’ on Facebook titled, ‘Barbie at 55,’ which showed the iconic blond doll sprawled on a couch with middle aged spread, her over-dyed hair now brittle and tucked into pigtails, a tub of popcorn between her thighs and ‘cankles.’
Seldom do I feel jealousy towards the dead, but when I read the obituary for a friend, George Lane, written with both great affection and style by his grandson, James, I caught my breath.
In just over one month over half a million people shall descend upon our local community of three thousand.
Twice within the last month, someone has made this comment to me:
“You’re probably a Tall White.”
How do you respond to an accurate, if not disconcerting, summation of your physical characteristics? ‘Thank you for noticing?’ ‘I can’t help being born this way?’ ‘Kinda early to be drinking, isn’t it?’