Welcome to my blog and sneak peek pages!


If you can’t eat it or play with it, just pee on it and walk away.

Wanna go out and play?


        I’m a mystery writer–read my ‘about me’ page to find out more.   Feel free to check out the excerpts from my Doggoned Mystery series and take a look at my favorite pictures of our garden and what was once our pond.  The Bull Pen page has pictures of our bullies past and present and friends.   


It’s been awhile

I’ve been busy getting the last couple of major projects done on the house. The young couple of Spencer and Elizabeth finished tiling the foyer and guest bathrooms. I now have a buttload of work to do cleaning the entire house. Forced air heat and tile removal causes lots of dust to scatter. Everywhere.

I love the finished look. but I don’t love the week or two it is going to take to get this place clean.

Why is going to take so long? You ask.

I’ve been effectively knocked down with a kidney stone. But, as I know from past experience, this to shall pass.

My blog my opinions

If you don’t like what I have to say, go away. I don’t have to allow your poisonous and certifiable clap trap on my blog.

You see I have control over my blog. I didn’t invite your opinion on my thoughts. I didn’t twist your arm to get you to read my blog.

If you must express such bigoted rhetoric do it on your own blog.

I am sure your little band of trump trolls have better things to do. See, I already voted for Biden and I encourage all people with more than two brain cells to rub together to do the same.

Have a nice day!

I effing hate the changes done to WordPress!!!!

I find the changes made to WordPress have made it much more difficult to use, less intuitive, and a royal pain in the ass.

I am looking for a way to move the entirety of my content to a different platform because this is now a giant piece of crap to use.

It isn’t easier by a long shot.

I used to love posting on my blog. Now I dread having to do a post, much less typing it up, and getting it out there.

WordPress, you are losing people right and left.

If anyone can tell me how to download and save all my content I’d REALLY appreciate it.

I wanna leave but I don’t want to lose my stuff here, there are posts and pictures I can’t bear to lose.


Our justice system has been compromised. With Ruth Bader Ginsberg gone, we are broken.

Barr is rubbing his hands together gleefully as is the Orange Psychopath. Mitch is creaming his drawers and Pence has peed his pants a little.

Dear Ruth,

We know you tried to hang in there for all of our sakes. You went above and beyond for We The People. We still need you, so please watch over us and protect us from he who would be dictator.


A great number of the American People

Elayne Griffin Baker has the right of it all here.

There is no literature or poetry in this White House.
No music.
No Kennedy Center award celebrations.

Photo by Todd Trapani on Pexels.com

There are no pets in this White House.
No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat.


No kids’ science fairs.

No times when this president takes off his blue suit-red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt-khaki pants uniform and hides from Americans to
play golf.

There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation.


No Obamas on the beach in Hawaii moments, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape. my
I was thinking the other day of the summer when George H couldn’t catch a fish and all the grandkids made signs and
counted the fish-less days.
And somehow, even if you didn’t even like GHB, you got caught up in the joy of a family that loved each other and had fun.
Where did that country go?
Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go?
We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity.
We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it.
And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out.

We are rudderless and joyless.
We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great.
We have lost our mojo, our fun, our happiness.
The cheering on of others. Gone.
The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. Gone.
The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated.
The unique can-do spirit Americans have always been known for. Gone.
We have lost so much in so short a time.”
~Elayne Griffin Baker

If you made it this far, please copy & paste this on your wall to remind your friends & family what we’re all missing.
It’s become an ugly country in a few short years. Friend turning against friend. I know at least one who has. Do you?

Hurricane Sally fizzled.

Problem is, I worked my ass off dragging all the plants in from the front porch. It was almost time to do it anyway but I hated to they all did so well over the summer.

I have glue!

My new bottle of wood glue arrived a day early. Fantastic. I might be able to put the over the toilet storage unit together.

However, the two dirty vodka martinis beg to differ. I didn’t drink them until after 4 this afternoon. The glue arrived at five.

At least I didn’t have to cook dinner, my neighbor graciously supplied that. She makes wings better than I, so I give her my butcher box wings, and she gives me cooked ones. This way we both benefit.

I might be able to glue all the dowels in on one side and have everything ready to put together in one go around tomorrow.

That sounds like a plan…

Best laid plans?

A couple days ago, I had planned to put this together:

However, the day before, I had planted a bunch of Iris plants. The mere effort of removing the parts from the box had my back screaming in pain. I quit planning to do it.

I decided to do it the following day, but that fell through because I had to go pick up a prescription and it took enough time to make me change plans. Again.

Today I thought, “yes, I can get that done today!”

Nope. My wood glue was dried up. I had no glue for the dowels.

Here it sits. For the want of glue.

So I’ve read the instructions repeatedly. I already put one together for the Master bathroom several months ago. This should be a piece of cake… Monday… when the glue gets here.

The mornings are cooler

I had two fans installed on my front porch. They make a great deal of difference. My porch is lovely for sitting on now. Before, it was nice but I seldom got a breeze, and when temperatures soared, I couldn’t enjoy the porch. Now, even on the hottest days, I can sit out there and be comfortable.

This morning is a cool 69 degrees, the fans are on low to merely stir the air.

I’m watching Cardinals, mockingbirds, brown thrashers, and bluebirds. Yes, honest to God real bluebirds. I haven’t seen them since I was a kid.

Oh, the birds we have around here. Blue jays, wrens by the dozens, titmice, phoebes, at least 4 different types of woodpeckers, blackbirds, crows, red winged blackbirds, vultures, hawks, and my beloved hummingbirds. I know there are many more I haven’t listed, but these are what I have seen and heard this morning alone.

I am glad I moved here. My new home makes me happy.

Now, before it gets too warm or rains, I have 14 Iris to get in the ground. I’m thinking about around the birdbath…

Never write your blog after wine O’Clock

I started my day with a quick run to the doctor’s office pharmacy. I needed to refill my Advair. What I love about my doctor is that he trusts me and treats me like the responsible adult that I am. I e-mailed, “hey, I have 4 days left I need a refill.” He replies almost immediately, “Done.” No fuss, no “are you sure?” He doesn’t treat me like a child.

Next I had to call Lucy’s vet to schedule a quick look at her. She had what looked like a mild seizure last night and I knew she should be checked even though after all the drama, Miss drama llama seemed fine. And she checked out fine, although, down the road, I do believe she should have an EKG.

Once I got home, I relaxed with a book for a while on the front porch. I didn’t get a lot of reading in, I enjoyed being distracted by the hummingbird battles over the two feeders.

“I declare ownership of the two feeders,” chirps spotted tail boy.

“Never! I claim them for my lady love and me.” Black back Ruby throat chirps back.

The battle grew to consist of five combatants and two female observers. Two battlers hid in hanging plants to sneak into the feeders behind the others. They chased each other constantly, sometimes skimming right past my head. They would fly in a violent spinning dance of exquisite tactics and maneuvers.

The book got set aside. The dance going on in front of me was more exciting. I watched the wicked sword fighting aerial ballet until dinner time.

After dinner, I poured a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon Blanc and dove back into the book. Hours later, I remembered I had planned to post here…

It scares me, I am not ready to let go

Lucy had what looked like a small seizure tonight. This is the the third time in two years.

I carefully checked her over, she didn’t pee or poop herself. She looked like she was off balance on a level floor. Her ears were held askew, her gums were pale, her body tense, her legs splayed and held stiffly.

A few minutes later, after holding and talking to her she seemed back to herself. It’s been the same each time.

It scares me. I am not ready to lose her. It’s too soon after Jay’s death. I am afraid of what the vet will or won’t be able to find.


Continuing Improvements

  1. I have ordered the kitchen counters. It will be a while before they get here.
  2. I fired an electrician who never bothered to show up since May.
  3. I hired an electrician who will put the fans on the porch, switch out fans and lights in the living room and guest room, he’ll also do yearly maintenance on my HVAC units.

I painted my fireplace.

And I think I have finally found the back story on my new character…

I seriously hate this new format!!!!!!