Jammer, great Jammer, died on Monday morning. He was almost 17. After he died, Rob and I spent the day talking about him and looking at pictures of him. I found his kitten pictures, and I said, “See, he always had sad puppy eyes, from the …
Today Kris, Bun, and I took Jake out for a “special day”–and Sophie tagged along. …
This weekend was extra nice because it rained three inches, a welcome relief after months and months of burning, dusty drought. Florida is supposed to be a rainy place. When I was a child, the summer rainy season could be counted on, was always drenching wet. …
We celebrated Jake’s eighth birthday on Saturday. We had pizza, and Sophie made cupcakes, and I brought the stupidest, most low-rent snacks—Sweet and Sour Filled Twizzlers and Hot Fries. …
I keep forgetting to write down this funny story Kris told me about Jake. The other weekend they went to the Grand Reopening Party at Fashion Pointe, a ladies’ clothing store, and Jake got to spin a wheel and try to win a prize. …
On Saturday Mom was babysitting Sophie and Jake’s foster squirrels, Mable and Cuddly, so Rob and I stopped by to visit them. The babies were so cute. Their eyes are open now, and they are such good eaters …
August in North Florida brings with it certain special beauties–blue morning glories, jewel-like poke berries, puddle-loving smartweed (which I always called “bead flowers” as a kid), purple muscadine grapes, and butterflies galore. Whenever I see a ripe poke berry or a wild grape, it reminds me that it’s August, and it makes me think, inevitably, of another August, when I was 12.
Sophie and Jake are fostering two orphan baby squirrels (gray squirrels) through St. Francis Wildlife Association, and today I got to meet the little cuties. They’re all arms and legs …
