Three Cent Stamp
Amusing musings and streams of consciousness

Yesterday I met a friend, her friends, and her mom, for brunch to celebrate her birthday. It was a beautiful day in Santa Cruz; warm enough to be spring instead of fall, heading towards winter. There we were sitting at the table, six women, of various ages and points in our lives and careers. We laughed and talked about everything ranging from writing… Read More

  The great pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too.  ~Samuel Butler, Notebooks, 1912 Read More

Today marks Webster's third birthday, and to celebrate I've gathered some of the tons of photos that I have of him and set them to music. As you will see, Webster has demonstrated a great deal of patience having had a camera shoved in his face most of the days of his life. There is even a chapter about having fun at Webster's expense, dressing him up in costumes against his will for which, I know at some future point, there will be hell to pay. But don't feel bad for Webster because right now he's sacked out on the armchair after a full day of having fun: a car ride, a visit to the Buddhist center, digging in the garbage and having consumed a… Read More

For Thanksgiving day leftovers, morning hugs, a warm place to sleep and the love of the family that surrounds him.  Simple. There are many who will not be given these simple joys.  I hope those of us who have them will share with those who do not.  Simple. Happy thanks and giving to all.    

 

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Carrying on the theme of the week: Webster, since this week he turns 3 (or maybe 21 in dog years). As a picture is worth a thousand words, these few should be worth plenty. So much so that additional commentary really isn't required. I will set the stage by saying that we started our beautiful Saturday morning walk at Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park which is about 5 minutes from where we live. Some of us walked more than others.   Read More

You sleep, so gently, peacefully blissfully unaware of the dramas that surround you. Of what do you dream? Such innocence! There are moments, I feel as if I love you too much my heart aches when I think about your precious, little life so short. No matter how long you stay with me it will never be long enough there will never be enough time enough… Read More

He was doing fine last week, and then, in what seemed like an instant, he was gone.

 One of my friends sent me an email this morning, letting me know that her best friend, Champ, had passed away. As one of my dearest friends, and as Champ was Webster’s best playing buddy, we are sad. Webster is moping. Maybe… Read More

Webster arrived in our lives at a point when our hearts were aching. We were still feeling pain, grieving over the loss of our dogs, Katie and Sophia. Tragically, we lost them during the summer and only two months apart, Sophia staying long enough to wish me a happy birthday and then departed with the same spirit and determination that governed her… Read More

 

In the past, every four months, or so, I seemed to have had a blog identify crisis. Case in point, this is the third blog I’ve had and I’ve been blogging for only a year and four months! The problem is that I had no idea that I would enjoy blogging, knew very little about it and I had not fully, nor… Read More

on this perfect fall morning I stand gazing into the window dreaming of this and that all that i see but if I look carefully delibrately what I see back is a reflection reflection me Read More