The Woman sometimes has trouble settling down at her desk. I sense her agitation. Up and down the steps she pounds carrying baskets full of clothes. Down she stomps with the clothes smelling of my family. A short time later she repeats her march carrying back up the stairs clothes wiped of all good scents. … Continue reading In My Own Voice #41: I Am Not a Tool For Your Procrastination
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In My Own Voice # 40: Holiday Love
This time of year, the house fills with delicious smells and I wait, expectantly, patiently, hopefully on the couch until the scrape of the knife against the sharpener. Then and only then is it time to move to the kitchen. Pettigrew gets a tidbit. Sometimes, it's clearly not accidental at all! My position? Seated. Front … Continue reading In My Own Voice # 40: Holiday Love
Preconceived Ideas
For reasons I don’t fully understand, earlier this fall I became obsessed with The Seven Habits of Highly Successful People, by Stephen Covey. I read it numerous times, taking different lessons from it. What do you see? An old woman? A young woman? Both? In one segment, Covey writes about how sharing a simplified drawing … Continue reading Preconceived Ideas
Left Out in the Cold
Pettigrew and my husband have their own love language. Peanut butter is their conversational lubricant of choice. The other day while I was enjoying a mug of green tea for my afternoon pick-me-up, my husband wandered into the kitchen for a snack. On his heels came Pettigrew. I invited Pettigrew over for some rubs, but his … Continue reading Left Out in the Cold
In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
Stabbed in the back. You think you have friends. You think you have allies. You feel safe, confidant, relaxed, and then this…BETRAYAL, practically on your own doorstep. Pettigrew making his way towards the exit. The Woman and I go for many, many walks. We invite friends to join us. Keeps things fresh. It’s nice to … Continue reading In My Own Voice #38: Et tu, Suzanne?
“What could be more important than a little something to eat?” —Winnie the Pooh
“Now then, Piglet, let’s go home.”“But, Pooh,” cried Piglet, all excited “do you know the way?”“No,” said Pooh. “But there are twelve pots of honey in my cupboard and they’ve been calling to me for hours. I couldn’t hear them properly before, because Rabbit would talk, but if nobody says anything except those twelve pots, I think, Piglet, … Continue reading “What could be more important than a little something to eat?” —Winnie the Pooh
In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
The other day I overheard one of my bros talking with the female about a bath....for ME. Now bath is not a word that gets bandied around with my name attached. The few times the two were linked were memorable. Is it possible they have forgotten what happened when they tied my leash to the … Continue reading In My Own Voice #30: BATH is a Four-Letter Word
Thank You USPS
Dear USPS, I never thought I’d be writing you a thank you note. While I appreciate that your carriers deliver our mail, my gratitude for this service has been tempered by the extreme reaction of my dog to your visits. Whenever we see you--your personnel or trucks--my lovable guy becomes a raging animal(!), ready tear … Continue reading Thank You USPS
Ruth Polk 