Author Archive | George

Spring

Spring is almost here, as God is my witness. I shall be warm again, ground will thaw, birds will sing and life will out. Geez, from the look of the power bill it must of been gold shavings we’ve been burning to keep warm. We actually live in dread of the grocery aisle, rumor has it […]

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Snow……..

04/15/13 Now, I’ve lived in this place for most my years so it comes as no shock to get up in the morning and find the ground littered. My new neighbor, on the other hand, has been watering a new front lawn for a week with a sprinkler system set for around 3 a.m., and […]

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Gardening

So it looks like the latest version of the itinerant yard guy is a no show; the grass is dog belly high and the “never go away” mint is beginning to devour the flowerbeds once again. I swear, plastic flowers and cement have never looked so appealing to me as they do this morning. And […]

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Momma

She sits outside on one of our hard plastic chairs that surround the relic of this round, iconic glass, picnic table that’s been just too much trouble to discard over the past decade. Feet in clean, white running shoes, swinging without touching the ground, Momma looks ever the much so like a little girl, small […]

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Memories – Mama and Sweet Lorene

03/03/13 Out the back door Mama sits, wedged around some summer table we’ve scavenged, complete with sun faded, once white, plastic chairs and our three dogs sifting around her feet for crumbs. Most mornings, she and Sweet Lorene arrive here at our house on Dogwood street to run the dogs, fold towels and put away […]

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Dogs…………..

  Someone has ravaged the toilet paper; a roll lies torn and gashed in the hallway, another beaten by the bath, white against the floor, they are crime scene, chalk body outlines from some doggie drive by. It happens so fast, it couldn’t be our dogs; aren’t they asleep at our feet or curled in […]

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Cattle in Redmond

Stars in Heaven,

I ran across this old Redmond photo of cattle being driven down 6th street over on Katie Kirk’s FB. They used to do that in the ’50’s to get to the auction yard south of town. It reminded me of this story from the same time. That might even be me and some little girl […]

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Really, half the time now I can’t remember

what I was doing five minutes ago: stop what I’m doing to get some important item from the walk in or refrigerator and once there, become awed by the abundance and completely forget my original purpose. Genetic overload in some primeval brain cell that nova’s up with the sight of all that food, blotting out […]

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