historical fiction writer, amateur photographer, retired computer guru and math geek
My name is Susannah, and I'm a number nerd. My brain works in numbers. It wants to translate everything to a numerical formula, a syncopated rhythm, a symmetrically balanced equation. I dunno, that's just how I think. Anyway, my seventieth birthday was a week ago, and, like I do every year, I reflect in amazement … Continue reading S-E-V-E-N-T-Y!
Let's take a break from writing today and re-visit nature. Charlie and I recently spent ten days in Montana visiting relatives and boy was there a lot to see! We went to Yellowstone and Glacier National Parks, hiked a few trails, drove up and across the Beartooth Highway (elev at summit 10, 947 feet) and … Continue reading Where the Buffalo Roam…
You may recall reading my posts about our three old dogs. The first one, in May 2021, introduced you to 15-year olds Emmit and Riley, 17-year old Kody, and Jelly Bean the cat. Emmit died shortly after that post. Then in August, we said goodbye to Kody. Fast forward one year, and the last of … Continue reading Three, two, one…
In the spirit of our recently celebrated Independence Day, I'd like make a proposal: National Service. It's true that military conscription is not the issue it was when I was a youth. Back then we protested being forced to participate in a war that we considered immoral. Back then we campaigned for the right to … Continue reading Soapbox: National Service
My fiftieth high school reunion was held in August of last year. At first I wasn't sure I'd go--I'd been to all the previous reunions: five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty--were there others? I even organized the first few before handing over the reins to our class president. But this time, I thought--what's the difference? I … Continue reading Fifty Years… Really?
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There's something that happens to many of us as we grow older. We gain a sense of self. By that I mean we at last understand and accept that we are who we are. We stop worrying about what others think, whether we should do something or not because it's "expected" or "what everyone else … Continue reading Observations of an Old Fogey
A few months ago, I reported on our three old dogs, Kody 17, Emmit 15, and Riley 15, and our cat JellyBean. Things change. We lost Emmit shortly after that post. In late August we decided it was time to let Kody cross the "Rainbow Bridge." Only Riley remains of the three old dogs. He … Continue reading Update: Three old dogs…
When my partner, Charlie, and I merged households a few years back, I arrived with a dog to add to the two he already had. Mine was a beagle named Riley, about four years old. He had two pugs—Grace and Emmit—about the same age. Fast forward eleven years: Grace is no longer with us but … Continue reading Three Old Dogs and a Kitty
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