What Makes Me Happy

do what makes you happy 2 Fostering feral kittens makes me happy.

I imagine it’s also a bit like having a baby in the house, but I wouldn’t actually know – not having had one myself. I’m probably way off base even suggesting they’re remotely similar. So let’s just pretend I never made that analogy, shall we? Suffice it to say fostering takes perseverance. But in the end it’s definitely all worth it.

I’ve yet to name my newest foster. Here’s why: if he doesn’t become socialized enough to get adopted, it’s somehow easier for me to give him up to become an outdoor cat. I’d then acclimate him to his new digs through a process called relocation. That translates into a 3-week holding period on the property of the folks who have agreed to let him live in their yard. Once released, he’ll be given food, water and shelter while he also hunts rodents. It’s a win-win. Except for the rodents.

Oh crap. Is that a cat I see?

Oh crap. Is that a cat I see?

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It Pays to Know People in High Places

I have an announcement to make……..I’m in love!heart

Now before you get all excited, let me clarify: it’s not with a man. And no, it’s not a woman either. And although I’m passionate about animals, a 4-legged creature is not what has captured my heart. Actually, it’s a state; Colorado, to be precise.

Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying I don’t love California anymore. That will never happen. I’m a Californian through and through. But after a recent first visit to Boulder, Breckenridge and Vail, call me…smitten

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The Difference Between Men and Women

Sharon & Karen

Sharon & Karen

Most men won’t be able to relate to todays blog. Therefore, you may want to head to the golf course early or get going with the weed whacker — whatever it is you do on Sunday. That’s because todays blog is about  girlfriends. Not the dating kind but the kind you love like a sister.girlfriends

You see, I think there are 4 essentials in life: food to eat, water to drink, air to breathe and girlfriends. Continue reading

Memory? What Memory?

As you read this, I’m probably on a hiking trail in Boulder, Colorado. I’m no doubt stopping for a swig of water and wondering if the view from the Royal Arch Trail is worth the 3.2 mile hike rated as “difficult.” My guess is it will be. Anyway, since I’m there and not here, I didn’t get my blog written in time to post today. Therefore, here’s the encore presentation of a blog I wrote 2 years ago but which is none-the-less just as relevant today (sadly) as it was then. Enjoy and I’ll catch ya next week!

I can’t really say my memory is not what it used to be because mine has always been pathetic. Some people are fortunate to recall childhood memories, like who came to their ninth birthday party. I don’t even remember being nine, let alone a party. It’s gone – completely obliterated from the deep crevices of my gray matter.

Since my past has shaped the person I am today, it would be nice if I had a tad more recall. Bits and pieces of my life may be buried in the corners of my mind, but they’re stuck like Super Glue and not about to budge. For some, just mentioning a name or word from the past is all it takes to release the floodgates and their memories spill out with perfect recall. Those people annoy me. Continue reading

Mrs. Winchester has Retired. Let’s Celebrate.


My backyard is finally complete, so it’s been party central around here of late. I can hardly believe it myself. Thirty years ago I never would have thought that feat was possible. Being done with the house, that is.clicking heels

When the hubby (now ex) and I bought our home in 1984, it required some creativity to see its full potential. Junipers engulfed the front yard. Nothing against Junipers but I hate ‘um. Those suckers have the hugest roots. Removing them took heavy chains, a truck and flooring said truck. Very high tech stuff. Continue reading