Ball Thieves

The past two weeks have been somewhat uneventful. We’ve had great weather, no celebrations, and no exciting excursions. Many in the family have been feeling poorly, and I’m all out of gardening disasters to write about. In other words, not much blog-worthy material. What we have had is a series of spectacular mornings, lazy slow-wake-up mornings where coffee flows freely and breakfast isn’t eaten on the go. This morning I took Moose on a walk to the river and captured a few moments of quiet, glorious beauty. When we got back from our walk, Moose went directly to his precious. What, you say? Moose is in possession of The One Ring?! No, sadly, I’m not talking about J.R.R. Tolkien’s magical ring of invisibility. I’m talking about Moose’s ball. (Minds out of the gutter, people!). The boy has become overly attached to two rubber balls.  He has an indoor ball and an outdoor ball, and nobody is allowed … Continue reading…

Bill

I frequently write about this guy: My favorite four-legged goof-ball. My buddy, Moose. The Moo-meister General. Moogie Howser, MD (he’s not a real doctor). The Great Googly-Moogly. Today I want to take a moment to pay tribute to another furry friend, Bill, who passed away August 19 after seventeen years in the family. Adopted by Sam and Sherry when their daughter Shanna moved away with her family, Bill quickly rose to the position of Most Awesome of Cats with his sweet disposition and willingness to accompany you on walks. I knew Bill for about five years, during which time his eyesight failed and his fur became hopelessly tangled in dreadlock knots, despite Sherry’s best attempts at combing them out. He was a country cat, after all. Even blind, he would get around, presumably by sound and smell. What he seemed to like best, though, was just hanging out with Sherry … Continue reading…

Graduating

Graduation is a big deal. There is life before graduation and life after graduation. Life before graduation is about learning and growing in a safe environment, supported by teachers and family who want to see you succeed. Life after graduation is an ongoing test. It is the push out of the safe zone with a hearty, “Let’s see what you can do, kid.” This week, Scout graduated from the eighth grade and is preparing for the transition from junior high to (duhn-duhn-DUHN!) high school. Of course he’ll continue to be in a safe environment at home but high school will be a new kind of test, a navigational challenge that will see him grow from smart ass kid to smart ass young adult. We can’t wait! Humans aren’t the only ones graduating. The other day I had the unexpected pleasure of witnessing what I assume was a bald eagle’s first flight. … Continue reading…

A Bull Frog and the Mighty Yop

This week in 2014, I really got my groove back.  I got back on the treadmill after too many weeks (months?) off, I began researching and looking for new opportunities to strengthen my financial future and, in general, I perked up and started listening, seeing, and taking action. And it all started with a bull frog. Walking aimlessly along last Sunday (and I do mean aimlessly), daydreaming about starry skies and cloudless climes, my feet squish-squished through the still-damp grass of a spring thaw mini-pond that had nearly dried up. To my surprise, a softball-sized blob with legs awkwardly threw itself sideways out of the path of my foot, which landed just inches from where its camouflaged body had just been. Horrified at how close I’d come to squish-squish-squishing such a beautiful little creature, I chastised myself. “Pay attention, Leanna! Wake up.” So, apart from where I place my feet, what am I … Continue reading…

Unexpected Events and a Wish for a Heart-Shaved Belly

In all my befuddlement – and excitement about chocolate cookies – last week, I forgot to mention that Mr. Moo had surgery. While my cousin was spending last Friday night glamming it up and looking beautiful in Roaring 20’s garb… …I was sitting at home soothing a very drugged up pooch, a boy who was not only high on pain meds but was voicing his feelings of confusion and betrayal with constant whining.  He wasn’t the only one who was thrown for a loop on this one. The doctor had pitched the procedure to remove a fast-growing growth like it would be a quick in-and-out operation, not the knock-him-out completely all-day ordeal that it turned out to be. We both pulled through, thankfully, but I was pretty sure that leaving my buddy at the doctor’s office unexpectedly was going to have me reaching for anxiety meds!  A week has now … Continue reading…

Advice from a Moose

If you’ve ever visited a national or state park gift shop, Big R, or a Cabela’s, you may have seen the “Advice from a…” line of cups, mugs, t-shirts, writing pads, and knick-knacks on the glass display shelves within. These cute tourist souvenirs created by the company Your True Nature offer philosophical reminders of the lessons we can learn from nature. For example, “Advice from a Squirrel” might say something like, “Plan ahead” or “Protect your nuts!” (I can’t vouch for that last one but, if you’re a man, it seems reasonable). When I was visiting Glacier National Park last summer, I picked up a mug with “Advice from a Moose.”   As I was sipping from this mug today, I thought about what else I can learn from a moose and then, more specifically, my thoughts meandered to what I can learn from Moose. This is Moose. He’s an … Continue reading…