The Caregiver’s Tales

Tiny essays on life, nature, grief and other things that catch my fancy in the Texas Hill Country. Here’s how it all got started.

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The Visitors

We’ve had swallows since the first year the stone walls of our house went up;

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Charming

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Energized

Yard work is nearly bearable when the weather is cool, and it was cool yesterday.

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Fall

Well, this feels nice. It’s 63 outside this morning. I actually discovered this around 3 a.m. when my internal clock kicked me awake.

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Today’s Question

They patched the potholes on my street yesterday. A big front-end loader waddled up from city hall, which is just down the road a bit, its bucket full of asphalt.

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Nothing Really

Dad joke time.

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Pink

Pretty and pink pretty much describes the current state of my gardens.

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Pytor’s Tune

Once upon a time I bought an alarm for my front gate. I was monitoring the comings and goings of my late wife whose dementia made it dangerous for her to be out and about unattended.

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Cherry Blossoms

The nice thing about tile floors is they allow you quickly to stomp a scorpion when one makes it into the house.

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Soft Summer

It’s been a good summer for our pink turks caps. Actually, it’s been a good summer for everything.

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Tree Time

And I wonder, if I only had one job to do in this life, that maybe planting one tree was a good thing to have accomplished. No one will write a story about me, but the world will know, or at least this part of it.

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Getting Better

Whatever I did to my poor old back muscles seems to have eased a bit. Yesterday, as I sat here and typed, I could barely sit here and type.

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The Flow

My body has decided enough is enough. My left gluteous medius, and I’ll leave it to you to look it up, has decided to spasm.

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Soft Dirt

I use a turning fork when I work in the garden and the lawns. It’s better than a shovel or a spade.

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Memories

I had no idea, when I decided to take my week-long sabbatical, that the return date was the twentieth anniversary of 9/11. But it is, and here I am.

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Timeout

It took two days, but I finished boxing, alphabetizing, and labeling my CD collection.

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Sputnik

I love technology. It’s the wonder of it that appeals to me.

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Doing Things

I took delivery of my new mattress yesterday. The fee was $90 if they brought it into the house, $45 if they dropped it at the door. They dropped it at the door.

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Shadow Thoughts

I was walking and watching my shadow yesterday. As I did, I could fool myself into believing it was the shadow of young man…

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The Return

Well, I’m home after five days of music, friendship, and fun in Marathon, Texas. It was all good.