We found this old guy at the animal shelter, looking kinda pathetic because of allergies, according to our vet. We got some pills and eyedrops and special shampoo, now Cody is feeling better. He is enjoying having a back yard, and snoozing on the floor in my office, with no yips and yaps, no parade of humans who don’t recognize the value of an older dog.
From Christmas Day 1967, me in the yellow shirt, with some of my sisters. Cheryl and Jan are apparently of the age when everything pisses you off? Evelyn is too young to know the horrors of being a teenage girl. This is the year I got an HO train set, that’s hard to beat.
It all seems so long ago. I guess the picture I have hanging in my dining room is an antique now.
Here’s my mother reading to my sister Evelyn, who is obviously not paying attention. These days, Evelyn routinely beats me at Scrabble, why couldn’t I just sit still and listen back then?
I think being read to helped me get a jump on things scholastic. When I started school, I was immediately able to understand the subtext in the Curious George books.
Remember the one where he gets a paper route but decides to make boats instead of delivering the newspapers? Being a wise monkey, he knew that the Internet would develop, and so he was trying to develop new markets for the newspaper.
(Maybe I should have cropped this more, but I had to get that awesome lamp in the picture.)
Lisa seems to be saying “You’re wearing the wrong shoes!” – but Teresa is all “You do what you want! I’m getting me some eggs!”
Teresa’s mother, Carol. On the back of the photo she wrote, “me at 15″. I’m going to go out on a limb here and surmise that she was fixing to go to a costume party of some sort.
My brother and friend Bud Miller AKA Charles S. Miller, passed away in October, in a house he was renting next to a river, way up in Curlew, Wa. – My understanding is that he passed away peacefully in his sleep. He is missed by all who knew him.
We make mistakes, we are human. For example, the mustard colored paint in the tiny upstairs bathroom.
That’s nothing. See that shelf behind Teresa’s head?
All of that, ALL of that, got knocked into the commode a few months after this picture was taken. There was no flush- however SOMEthing must have made it partially into the toilet, because although I took the toilet up from the floor and snaked it in both directions, and tested the drainpipe, There’s a problem.
It still flushes, but there’s just no enthusiasm about it. My theory is that there is something narrow wedged sideways, somewhere in the toilet’s trap. Next time I upgrade my cellphone, maybe I will send the old one on a reconnaissance mission. Stay tuned!
: I guess it finally processed whatever the problem was, probably when the septic tank people came out here with their earthquake machine last summer.