Walking the Dog

Allow your dog to take you for a walk every day. It’s good for the body and good for the soul. —Eckhart Tolle Duff here. Often, I take Mom for a Walk. She can get Overly involved with projects. Or computers. Or Football Games. (Yup, it’s that time of the Year again.) I stand in…

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Enjoy the Weather You Have Today

I can smell autumn dancing in the breeze. The sweet chill of pumpkin, and crisp sunburnt leaves. —Ann Drake Duff here. The leaves are changing Color. Slowly at first, but the Change gains speed over Time. Mom and I got a text from a Good Friend, announcing it was Pumpkin Latte time! Woot woot! She…

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Fickle Spring

In the spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours. —Mark Twain Duff here. Today, it feels like Springtime! The Trees are forming very small Buds, and there is a Feeling of Anticipation in the Air. Something good is about to Come. The morning Breezes are Soft, getting warmer and…

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Pick Your Battles

Pick your battles. You don’t have to show up to every argument you’re invited to. —InspirationalQuotesMagazine.com Duff here. Mom says I learn Different things every day. Ways to run in the Meadow next door. A different Way to Enjoy My meals. (I drag it all over the Front Room. Discretely, of course.) An unusual method…

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Forecast Dependent

Duff here. Mom checks the weather Forecast every morning. Like clockwork, She dials it up on Her Gizmo Phone and checks the wind. The temperature. Then flips over to the Short Summary. The other day there was no wind and the temp was mild. But the forecast? 50% chance of rain or snow. Heavens! I…

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Unexpected Gifts While in the Hallway

On my daily walk, I notice a sign. “Slow Down, 15.” A sharp turn in the road ahead. And I got to thinking: that sign describes my life right now. In mid-March, the world as I knew it slowed down and came to a standstill. The Stay-At-Home order was in place. Restaurant seating shut down.…

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Smooth Sailing and Eddies

As I go on my morning walk, I pass a ditch. Small trees and shrubs line its path. Weeds and flowers are abundant. Sometimes it is filled with water to the brim, hustling along to a large culvert at the end of the road. It burbles and bubbles as it travels, paying no mind to…

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