Once there was a fawn, inexperienced in the way of the world.She was skipping happily to and fro, grazing a little, meeting beetlesand dragonflies. Checking for mom and auntie ever so often.When suddenly … MOM, what is that upright thing over there?It clicks and sparkles … She must be the devil herself. St. Hubertus help […]Read more "Fallow Fantasy"
Today Costa Rica celebrates the Día de la Anexión de Guanacaste, which happened in 1824 – as per request by the population (before you get your knickers in a twist about the possibility of celebrating a hostile take-over). After all, the Guanacastecos’ slogan goes: “De la patria por nuestra voluntad” But enough of politics. In honor of our National […]Read more "Guanacaste trees on Guanacaste Day"
‘Cloud Gate’ sculpture by Kapoor; Chicago; commonly referred to as ‘The Bean’ slightly altered Today is my husband’s birthday. Congratulations, Honey! Actually, I’d rather bite my tongue, than call him Honey or similar. I could try Pumpkin. I quite like Pulp Fiction. Celebrating his birthday with or without terms of endearment, wasn’t endearingly warm and fuzzy, though, […]Read more "Virtual Champagne"
Thank you Prof. Dr. Alfred Bielschowsky Dear Professor Bielschowsky was the first modern physician to associate head tilt with fusional amplitude compensation. I’m an expert on head tilting, because I have to make up for a deviation in visual input, which causes diplopia. Massive, annoying diplopia for poor little me. As I mentioned in my […]Read more "A girl with kaleidoscope eyes, Part II"
A Good Man Gone On July 15, 2011 we lost a craftsman, a cowboy, an American icon Donald Dean Atkinson A child growing up fast in Missouri during the Dirty Thirties, the Dust Bowl, the Great Depression. Living in the broken heart of a ravaged rural Midwest, Don learned the traditions of down to earth […]Read more "Always Ride A Good Horse"
And the mystery continues. Our first clutch of swallows this year had to cope with their dead father, sticking upside down in their midst à la Edgar Allen Poe, while mother fluttered helplessly about in agitation. Now the entire second clutch disappeared overnight. What evil lurks on my porches in the darkness of night? I need not […]Read more "The Case of the Nebulous Nestlings"