Thursday Thoughts

I will often post slightly sarcastic or irreverent responses to popular twitter hashtags. When Tuesday Thoughts was trending, I responded with “Thinking about Wednesday.” But not this morning. With a family member in critical condition in the hospital, with no discernible improvement in these past five days, jokes are the last thing on my mind. What is worrying me, beyond and a part of my concern for her, are the loved ones in her immediate family who are hoping and praying for recovery. The angst of knowing how sick she is and not being able to help is tough to bear. Being…

Banjo, The Meadow & Me

Banjo was a pony with a striking tricolor pattern of chestnut, bay, and white that boarded on our small Oregon farm when I was a kid. According to my older brother, he was descended from Indian ponies. I’m not sure how accurate that is, but at the age of 10, if Jimmy said so, it was good enough for me. He was unruly, pig-headed, fat, and determined to get rid of anyone who had the temerity to get on his back. I loved him. Banjo succeeded in sending every male in the family flying, including Uncle Eldon, cousin Merle, Dad, and…