It’s 2020

It’s 2020

I’ve been working on this social distancing thing, and I think I have it down pat. With my razzle-dazzle hearing aids, I can mostly hear what people are saying from six feet away and if I get stuck, I usually attempt lip-reading, which I am not particularly good...
No Pokes, No Prods, No Whiskey

No Pokes, No Prods, No Whiskey

The first time I heard the words “virtual medicine,” I was shocked. How the heck can a doctor poke and prod you via the phone or online? Would she use some sort of software that I could download, and it would give me a feel? That sounded creepy. How would...
An Hour in the Life…

An Hour in the Life…

My dog friends, FiFi and FooFoo, are visiting again, don’t these people ever stay home? I watched with interest at their arrival, wondering if I could build another Wag and Company blog. They did the sniffing routine, the slopping water all over Gail’s floors routine,...
Get on the Bus!

Get on the Bus!

  My grandmother, Margaret, lived with us for the last six years of her life, taking her final breath at age ninety-five. Those six years were interesting because we had two teenagers in the house (think of the generational gap between someone seventeen and...
What Was I Saying?

What Was I Saying?

I saw a sign reading, “Sometimes I start a sentence and I don’t even know where it’s going. I just hope I find it along the way.” I liked the thought and it sounds good, but I’m sure the author of that sentence is under the age of thirty, because had I written it, it...