May 8, 2016

Happy Mother's Day

Today I'm flying to Chicago to attend Book Expo America.  The BEA last for 3 days and I'll have 3 days to do touristy things.  They are predicting rain almost every day, but weather changes fast, so I'll see how it goes.

My friend Sarah posted this video on FB the other day, so I thought I'd share it today.  I didn't have sons, but I can SO see this happening.

I'll come home with a lot of books.  Books always make me happy.

I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing my life with me,

April 14, 2016

The Man Next Door Is Teaching His Dog to Drive

The Man Next Door Is Teaching His Dog to Drive
by Cathryn Essinger from My Dog Does Not Read Plato.

It all began when he came out one morning
and found the dog waiting for him behind the wheel.
He thought she looked pretty good sitting there,

so he started taking her into town with him
just so she could get a feel for the road.
They have made a few turns through the field,

him sitting beside her, his foot on the accelerator,
her muzzle on the wheel. Now they are practicing
going up and down the lane with him whispering

encouragement in her silky ear. She is a handsome
dog with long ears and a speckled muzzle and he
is a good teacher. Now my wife, Millie, he says,

she was always too timid on the road, but don't you
be afraid to let people know that you are there.

The dog seems to be thinking about this seriously.

Braking, however, is still a problem, but he is building
a mouthpiece which he hopes to attach to the steering
column, and when he upgrades to one of those new

Sports Utility Vehicles with the remote ignition device,
he will have solved the key and the lock problem.
Although he has not yet let her drive into town,

he thinks she will be ready sometime next month,
and when his eyes get bad and her hip dysplasia
gets worse, he thinks this will come in real handy. 

Thanks for stopping by and sharing my life with me,

April 10, 2016

How to Play Night Baseball

"How to Play Night Baseball" 
by Jonathan Holden from Design for a House

A pasture is best, freshly
mown so that by the time a grounder's
plowed through all that chewed, spit-out
grass to reach you, the ball
will be bruised with green kisses. Start
in the evening. Come
with a bad sunburn and smelling of chlorine,
water still crackling in your ears.
Play until the ball is khaki—
a movable piece of the twilight—
the girls' bare arms in the bleachers are pale,
and heat lightning jumps in the west. Play
until you can only see pop-ups,
and routine grounders get lost in
the sweet grass for extra bases. 

Thanks for stopping by and sharing my life with me,