Author: Marica

Marica

Final Thoughts II

Final Thoughts II

This is some public school that’s across the street from where we stayed recently. The blue skies are betraying. But when we pulled in to check in, and got checked in, Mr. Big Food and I both remarked that the building reminded us of some in Bucharest.

A.L.M. is not going to be in Memphis

In the psychology literature, “they” now use patients’ initials, with no punctuation, to talk about people. “They” didn’t used to use initials. Everyone knows who Pheneas Gage is. No one– very few– knows who HM is. Arthur. Leland. Morton. is not going to be in Memphis. And he wasn’t here for Thanksgiving, either. ALM Syndrome.

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Eastern Red Bats on The Farm

Eastern Red Bats on The Farm

I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Front Pasture. But it wasn’t until this afternoon that I knew we had a population of Eastern red bats in the Front Pasture.  Unfortunately, I was not carrying my camera. But it was fun, remembering how to be a keen observer. “Wing” motion. “Wing” shape. Color.

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A New Twist on Life.

There are no pictures. It just happened. Rocky got called. Out. Of. The. Game. In his box–  not his room, his box.  Mr. Big Food commented as this was all going on, “He’s just going to tear up that room.” And I said, “That’s why he’s going in his box.” And he said, “Good call.”

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