Daffodils and Dead Jesus

Daffodils and Dead Jesus

I’m ready for spring. So ready that Denise and I took a few days off in the middle of a work trip and went to Florida. Mickey needed a visit. We needed some sunshine. I think I am solar powered.

Ice damming (a real thing, not a curse) did a number on our roof this winter. We lost a ceiling, three walls, and half of the wood floor in our master bedroom. Our home insurance company still hasn’t gotten here to survey the damage and write a check. Florida was good medicine.

When we got home, the daffodils were up, the ice was gone, and the grass was looking a little green. Spring always seems to arrive when we’ve had it with the cold stuff.

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Miles: The Unwilling Sled Dog

Miles: The Unwilling Sled Dog

“Miles” was not a very good dog name. His owner wasn’t literary enough to be thinking about Miles Standish or any other famous Mileses. This dog was a “Heinz 57” mutt. I think they named him Miles because he looked like he’d walked a long way. They got him at the Nashville pound.

Miles suffered through two children too young to understand the meaning of cruelty to animals. Being a pound dog, Miles figured it was those two kids or the gas chamber. So Miles stuck around.

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