kvetching up

 Entry 1     6:11 a.m. Dogs are whining. I'm drinking yesterday's coffee--still warm in the Back when Buddy  had a little Marlon Brando flair. decanter--trying to have a few moments of peace in the dark.  I love these dogs. Yesterday, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, they slept until 8:20. It truly is the season of magic. They would have slept longer today if my bladder hadn't forced me out of bed after being awake for an hour fighting the urge to get up. Christmas tree  shopping today. This should be fun. I am sad Leiney won't be with us for the first time in 18 years, as we pick out a tree. She has to work. But the days of The Santa Train, Santa's lap and handwritten letters to Santa are consigned to the black hole of remembering now. There is something powerful about being alone, awake in the wee small hours of the morning , Crate mates. sitting in the dark. I felt it as a kid, when I would go out each morning at 4 a.m. to deliver the PI and...

Entry 1     8:48 PM The World's No Place When You're On Your Own Some people say that I should forget you I’m never gonna be a fool I’m never gonna be a fool A better life they say if I never met you I’m never gonna be a fool I’m never gonna be a fool                                                     --from Beat the Retreat by Richard Thompson I am sitting here, dogs at my feet, fan blowing on me, music blaring, blissfully alone.  Jenny is off visiting a friend. Abby is driving around alone, bored on a Saturday night. Leiney is in the basement on her phone, after a long day of door knocking.  Given the dearth of interesting and original things to say, emanating from this keyboard, I am contemplating changing the name of this site to the Jejeune Journal.   Jenn...