Godspeed ‘Storbie

I will post more about that exceptional cat when I have pieced my heart together. For now, I’ll again let Tolkien do the talking, it’s so much easier. Marie and I just left our kitty at the Haven, bound for the Undying Lands with the Elves, and we are walking back to the Shire, wherever that…

I Did Nothing

Thinking back to the Cuban refugees, I have also been pondering our own situation these days and past. Sure, Marie and I have been living our lives for years like Formula One drivers on the Monaco race track, through an urban tangle of chicanes and tight turns, high-speed stretches, blind corners and narrow roads, heel-and-toe shifting, split-second…

We Run

Some run to win, others not to lose. Some run to look, others to be seen. I’ve seen many run because of looks. They are trying to be winners. I just run, I reckon. It runs in my blood. Running intrepidly by the museum It’s odd, I run because I am often too lazy to…

Hummingbird, the Sequel

Marie saw two of them in territorial fights on Saturday, I found one on Sunday, and by the time we were picnicking in the garden on Monday after work, on a strangely dull and almost milky late-afternoon, the hummingbirds appeared to have abandoned New York City in search of healthier southern climates.

Ruby-throated hummingbird