Poetry Interlude

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As a result of seeing I saw this particular 1981 episode of The Tonight Show live, I had Mr. AOW get a signed copy of Jimmy Stewart and His Poems on September 19, 1989, while I was at work (no personal leave at the private school where I was working):

 

Recently, I reread the little volume Jimmy Stewart and His Poems by Jimmy Stewart—as good now as when I first got the book.  

As of September 3, 2020, after decades of having only cats as household pets, I have a dog named Callie, pictured left.  To my chagrin, she is as disobedient as Jimmy Stewart's Beau.  But she's a pretty face—and a crazy clown!

Musical Interlude

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Nothing like the love of a dog:

Warren's Smokie (b. 2011):

My juvenile delinquent Callie (b. 2017):

Musical Interlude

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As of September 11, my husband Warren and I began moving into our Evansville home. 

The house and yard are lovely!  We have almost 2600 square of living space, plus an oversized two-car attached garage.  I finally have a place large enough so that I can display all the beautiful antiques I inherited, as well as some treasures I bought over the past fifty years.  Warren, too, has treasures to display. 

We're having a major problem with the unpacking, however. I paid for "full pack," and the packers mislabeled so many boxes! For example, and only one example of many, a box labeled "Office" actually contains china from the piano room. Strange! The office was upstairs, and the piano room downstairs in my Virginia home. Ugh. 

Unpacking is quite a nightmare! Especially for two people who have never before moved. Thank God that my Virginia cousins, who transported my kitties Amber and Minxy in a non-stop overland trip on September 17, came for a few days to help us.  Nevertheless, finishing here is still a nightmarish work-in-progress.  My dog Callie rode overland with Warren and me, in the U-Haul truck.

Speaking of "nightmare" and "nightmarish," here is an appropriate musical selection for this moving project (Edvard Grieg's In the Hall of the Mountain King):

PS; Many thanks to my good friend Silverfiddle, who kept this blog running so well in my absence.

New Addition To The Family!

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Welcome, California Sky!  Aka "Callie."  This sweet girl takes tidbits carefully, never letting her teeth touch your fingers.  No doggie smell!  No doggie breath!

Around September 1, 2020, this photo, which appeared on our online neighborhood network, appeared with a desperate plea of needing to rehome a niece's three-year old hound mix (b. August 19, 2017).  She likely has Labrador Retriever in there, too:

Callie, with her favorite toy, on Mr. AOW's hospital bed:

The original owner was told that Callie is a Pocket Beagle. Clearly, she is not! But she was very small when first adopted — because Callie was taken from her mama dog at 3.5 weeks: