Happy Thanksgiving from a Dog that Teleports

This is the look that Kasey gives you to let you know that if you take one more step in her direction that she will teleport to the opposite corner of the yard with her ball. Happy Thanksgiving one and all.

More Updates

My cardiologist is recommending a switch from warfarin to Pradaxa since I’m still having occsional short bouts of atrial fibrillation. This will work better, but hopefully the fibrillations will stop completely after more healing. Pradaxa is a newer blood thinner that’s easier to maintain proper dosage / therapeutic level than Warfarin, and unlike the rat poison derivative I don’t have to get blood tests ever other week.

Dad’s visiting for Thanksgiving, I drove down and  picked him and the dogs up over the weekend.

The trees are mostly bare now, and the wind is veering back and forth the past few days as Winter fights with a late and fading Indian summer. Here’s tonight’s moon, taken a couple of hours ago.


Barbara StaleyMy mother died on November 4th after a protracted year long battle with lung cancer – she expired at home with family surrounding her, and the end was not painful as we were using hospice services for palliative care. In the end it wasn’t the cancer that killed her, but rather the pneumonia that the tumors pressing her air passages closed encouraged.

She was the woman who performed dramatic readings of Edgar Allen Poe poems and who read “A Stitch in Time” to me… and I miss her dearly.

Her death is one reason I have zero beef with the proposed new graphic warning labels on cigarette packs; for in the end all of the conservative catechisms about “everything causing cancer” and other cantrips that downplay the probabilities of cigarette carcinogens killing you did nothing for her. I recommend to all of my friends and family to stop smoking right now if you are.

In a few bouts of manic energy interspersed among the pain we did manage to finish the back patio, and now we will move on to building a retaining wall for the flowerbeds in front which are sagging downhill.

The past year things have dimmed but now that mom’s pain and ours has passed, color is returning to a world that was somewhat gray. There are still moments but now there is once more a future to plan as best we can for the rest of us.

Sun and Shadow Kasey

Here’s Kasey taking a break from patrolling the fence and catching some rays of the Autumn sun at Dad’s house.

The Autumnal Prophecy

E’er a leaf goes astray into the street it will wander.

Thus it is written, thus shall it ever be.

E’er the wind blows a leaf, down the lane it will fly.

Thus it is written, thus it shall ever be.

E’er a leaf flies down the lane, in my yard will it lay.

Thus it is written, thus it shall ever be.