THE DUST WILL WAIT

I finally reviewed some of my New Years day photos and found a forgotten video. When I saw this little bit of me and the Caboose, I had to clip it out and share it. He was 7 months old. I call it, "Don't tell me he didn't say I love you Grandma!" I love You Grandma from pamela on Vimeo .

My neighbor Bill once told me that there weren't any houses or streets when he moved here in 1962. The old pasture, where my house now sits, was where his daughter learned to ride a horse. He'd climb the hill behind us to search for the old square wooden nails in the ruins of the old boys ranch. In the winter, his kids raced down the hill with their wooden sleds, along with many who ventured out from town . "Awww!" I thought this afternoon when I looked across the street and saw the old sled propped up by his porch. "So, that's where it came from." Last Sunday, I stopped shoveling snow to watch the boy from down the street pull the sled and his little sister Sadie past our house. "May I have a ride?" I'd laughed, waved them on, and returned to my task. He certainly looked relieved as they continued on to the house next door where their playmates, Katarina and Keanu live. It was cold and I was glad to see them go inside. I've chosen ...

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Sleep eluded me last night, so I puttered around the house for a spell. First, I leaned onto the bedroom window sill and looked out. For a brief moment, I imagined “is that the northern lights?” Just as quickly I laughed at the absurdity of it. I knew I was gazing south. Once again there is snow on the ground that causes the lights to reflect off the clouds. A soft pinkish glow in the heavens usually indicates snow clouds. It’s the bright echo from the huge security lights at the penitentiary; a place that doesn’t let you forget its existence there on the hill. Even if you can’t sleep, the mind is still sleepy. Or, it just plays those little tricks on you, like when you wake up in the morning and think those sagging jowls and eye wrinkles will be gone. Age doesn’t let you forget its face, either. We buried another relative this month. The event prompted my youngest daughter Amanda to say that our world was a “lifetime of funerals.” The much too recent memory o...

Fleeing Suspect Picks The Wrong Place To Hide AP PHOENIX -A suspect who ran away from a traffic stop on Wednesday chose the wrong place to hide when he slipped under a parked moving truck — and then was run over when the driver pulled away. Forget about the suspect, I didn't get past the parked moving truck. (Sometimes I enjoy the language so much.) Former French President hospitalized after Mauling By His Clinically Depressed Poodle Former French president Jacques Chirac was rushed to hospital after being mauled by his own 'clinically depressed' pet dog. The 76-year-old statesman was savaged by his white Maltese dog - which suffers from frenzied fits and is being treated with anti-depressants. Pit Poodles and Maultese . You just aren't safe anymore. Naked Burglar Gets Stuck In Chimney Fox News - Firefighters discovered Daniel Davies, 20, after a delivery driver heard him yelling “help me” from the chimney stack of a convenience store near Manc...

I've been tagged. It's been some time since I've responded to one. Reasons I've not played are many, such as: most of them I've already done, and some of them I've done twice, I'm lazy, I'm busy, or I forget. That last one is a problem. I always forget. This time I've been tagged by my daughter. So I'm just going to "git 'er done." HERE ARE THE RULES: 1.Go to your Picture Folder on your computer or wherever you store your pictures. 2.Go to the 6th Folder, then pick the 6th picture in that folder. 3.Post that picture on your blog and the story that g oes along with the picture. 4.Tag 6 other peoples that you know or don’t know to do the same thing and leave a comment on their blog or an e-mail letting them know you chose them. Karmyn is right about me, in that I have files and files of photos on my computer. In fact, I have files within files. I needed to click on my personal pictures file, and then click on the sixth file (wh...