SoCS: If He Could Talk

“Oh boy…” “What is it Gibbs?” “Why don’t you ever stay home?” “I am home, sitting here in my pajamas.” “I mean all day.” “Oh…” “It’s one of those two days when you don’t have to earn money for kibble.” “Yes it is.” “Then why don’t you stay home?” “Because I have other things to do.” “Like what?” “Like shopping for food, my own kibble if you will. Or shopping for clothes, having lunch with friends, going to church, ridingRead more

SoCS: Musings from the Where Pod

“Where did she go Ziva?” “Why do you always ask me that?” “Because I think you know.” “I know nothing, Gibbs. Absolutely nothing.” “Are you sure? Positive?” “Yes, I’m positive. The one thing I do know is that she always comes home to feed and pet us.” “That’s true, but I can never tell when. Why doesn’t she come home at the same time every day?” “Because she wants to drive you crazy.” “Funny.” “It’s a short trip.” “Not funny.”Read more

Musings from the Pod VII: It’s All I’ve Got

“Ugh…Gibbs.” “What?” “I’m disgusted.” “I told you there’s a reason why I don’t always cover the poo.” “This is not about you.” “Then what?” “Mom is filling up the big blue box with her clothes again.” “I know, I’m trying to ignore the situation or make her think I don’t care.” “That never works.” “It’s all I’ve got, dear Ziva.” “I wish mom would stay home.” “I thought about tripping her as she’s walking down the hall.” “What good wouldRead more

Faithfully Home

  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7 Mom found her way home last Friday, February 15, 2019. Home to her family of 15, home to her husband Evan, and home to her Savior, Jesus Christ. It was time for the dementia to take a hike and for Pauline to feel freedom from her physical restraints. Mom went peacefully in her sleep, a blessing that most of us desire whenRead more

Christmas Eve from the Pod

Gibbs? Yeah, whattya want? Well aren’t we Mr. Grumpy Pants… I’m busy sleeping in my Christmas present. You mean OUR Christmas present, right? Mom bought the new cat tree for the both of us. Whatever… Gibbs! Why are you acting like the cigar you left in the litter box? I guess I’m a little down today. Why today? It’s Christmas Eve. Santa is going to leave something for us tonight, although he has big shoes to fill. Mom outdid himRead more

The Door from Which I Waited

The door from which I sat on the other side The door from which I waited to be loved The door from where I looked at you All of you with longing green eyes I verbally begged you Please turn the handle of the door and take me home Love me Feed me Rescue me from the green walls and the barrier of wood and glass You kept walking by I kept pleading Then… SHE walked up to the doorRead more

My Pants

“Thanksgiving, man. Not a good day to be my pants.” ~Kevin James~ It’s the day before the day in the U.S. when all citizens give thanks for their blessings. And eat like a roly poly pig on a mission. Turkey, mashed taters, stuffing, gravy, green bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, warm rolls and butter, pumpkin pie and more. There are some of us that watch football on this day. Some that play games with family. Or go to the movies.Read more

Welcome Home

“Missing someone and not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever.” ~Nathanael Richmond~ While I was away last week, this one couldn’t see me. That made him a little needy. And kneady. Natasha said he was trying to make a loaf of bread at her expense. There was a little bit of cat crying too. Or perhaps a lot. Gibbs missed his human mom. Meanwhile… This one didn’t seem to be affected at all. She slept herRead more

SoCS: This Door

This door I walk through every week It is her petite figure I seek Sleeping in a brown broda chair Wrinkly forehead under gray hair I say, “Hello, mom, how are you?” She says, “Who are you?” I tell her my name is Mary but she seems a bit wary It goes back and forth most days This unknowing haze Am I sister or daughter? Is it March or October? This door leads to Pauline The Energizer Bunny machine StillRead more

Keeping Balance

“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” ~Albert Einstein Not to worry, Albert…I’m moving: To work, to home, to the grocery store, to visit mom, to church, to yoga and the gym, and various other locations. And balancing: Work, home, shopping; work, home, mom; work, home, church; work, home, gym; work, home, paying bills; work, home, feeding cats; work, home, cooking and laundry; work, home, whatever. But I’m not on my bike. JustRead more

One-Liner Wednesday: Smile

“My mom smiled at me. Her smile kind of hugged me.”  ~R.J. Palacio, from the book Wonder~ Mom was very chipper and talkative on Sunday. It was a stark contrast to when she hardly spoke two sentences to me on her birthday. She was tired then, but not this day. Her first question was, “Are you taking me home?” I answered with, “I’m sorry, not today. I have to go home to Appleton and to work tomorrow. Maybe next week.”Read more

SOCs: Short

This is a short poem Nope, it’s not about foam or a dome It’s about a poem I don’t know what else rhymes with poem Oh yeah…home I’m home now, writing a poem “It’s stupid,” I moan This is supposed to be about short, so I shall shut up and abort. The end. This undersized post is being brought to you by Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday or SOCs. Click HERE to see other SOCs posts of the dayRead more