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Ode to (J)OY

Ode to (J)OY

Dear Ann, Meet Olive. Olive is part Australian Terrier, and part Flying Nun. (Seriously, Australian Terrier and Mini Poodle. She is 8 weeks old. She moved in with us yesterday. Her hobbies are kibble and Dragging Things. Her favorite color: Whatever Color Carrie Is. She is frightened of stainless-steel dog dishes, due to the Other Dog that appears in them.) Olive tells me she understands how I feel about The Furniture, and also The...

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We Have Liftoff: 2009 Begins

We Have Liftoff: 2009 Begins

Dear Kay, Well, happy new year to one and all. Only three days until school starts again! Never have I been such a fan of education for my children. Let’s just say that when Santa brought a new wah-wah pedal for somebody’s electric guitar, there has been so much “Stairway to Heaven” around here that I feel like I’m reliving Lori Greenbaum’s bat mitzvah party twelve times a day. Still dragging down here a...

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Pet Peeves

Pet Peeves

Dear Kay, I won’t sugarcoat this: I have some sad news. Squeaker has passed away, to the great guinea pig cage in the sky. She was a noble rodent, always glad for a carrot, happy to eat whatever quantity of hay you put out for her. No matter how much hay, Squeaker would take care of it for ya. I mean: she was the Michael Phelps of hay eaters. She was five and a half years old, pudgy and low riding in that way that guinea pigs are. My...

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Bluebird Sunday

Dear Kay, I just unearthed a video I thought I had lost forever. So of course I put up on YouTube so I wouldn’t misplace it again. Check it out: here are the five baby bluebirds who nested outside my window last summer. An hour after this scene of abject squalor, sibling rivalry, and poo, they each climbed up on the doorway, stuck their heads waaaaay out, and launched themselves into the world. Buh-bye, suckas! Love, Ann PS Imagine the...

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Eduardo and Jingle: Weird Little Houseguests

Eduardo and Jingle: Weird Little Houseguests

Dear Kay, A few years ago, David came home from school and said that if we left saltines and water under our Christmas tree, an elf would come and stay with us until Christmas Eve. He said all his friends had elves. I had never heard of such a thing, but what the heck. If the Tooth Fairy and Santy Claus knew our address, maybe we could lure an elf if we laid out the right schnax. So David set out a plate, and lo and behold, the next day there...

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Eggs Everywhere

Eggs Everywhere

Dear Kay, GUESS what we discovered yesterday outside our kitchen window. Just guess. You’ll never guess. OK I’ll tell you: a nest. A brand-new robin’s nest, complete with a fat robin hauling in mouthful after mouthful of stuff from Nests To Go. It’s a regular McMansion, this nest. It has a bonus room, it’s so big. This robin lands, deposits her flurf, and really gives the nest a good beak-poke every time. Get...

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Audubon Society Meeting

Audubon Society Meeting

Dear Kay, We’ll start with knitting today, but we’re not going to end there. When cranking out yet another tweed mitered square begins to tax a girl’s imagination, I go hang out with my sock. (Tweedy is going well, don’t worry. But it IS a blanket, you know.) Part of a sock, actually. This is Sock Number 7 (I’m starting to sound like Howard Finster, who consecutively numbered each of his paintings to the point that...

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What to Expect When You Eat Bugs All Day Long

What to Expect When You Eat Bugs All Day Long

Dear Kay, It just doesn’t quit, the bluebird thing. Anderson Cooper is going to be up here covering this. Al Gore is working up a Power Point on whether global warming is affecting these bluebirds. Nancy Grace is doing a two-hour special on “Is There A Secret Fourth Bluebird? Y’all?” Terry Gross is calling. My children are totally disgusted with me at this point. She won’t play cards, won’t go to lunch....

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CHEEP CHEEP CHEEPCHEEPCHEEP

CHEEP CHEEP CHEEPCHEEPCHEEP

Dear Kay, Enough of our bickering! You’re lame, I’m lame. There’s plenty of lame to go around in this world. Meanwhile, there’s HUGE news, just huge. I’m sitting here in the kitchen working on the talk I’m going to be giving next week here at the Monteagle Assembly.* It’s going to be a multimedia extravaganza. OK, a Power Point slide show with me talking. It’s killing me not to have a) you here or...

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End-of-School Feeling

End-of-School Feeling

Dear Kay, Oh, for pity’s sake, what a week it has been. It’s the cat, I’m telling you. I’ve been spending a lot of time in our garage and driveway, sitting and watching our cat be sick. I haven’t written here about Kitty Wells, our raven-haired cat of twelve years, but today I have to write because it’s Elegy Day for this beloved pet. Kitty has consumed my thoughts during this most challenging of weeks known...

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