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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Rest Day
Drove into the sunset last night. It was a drive I made a lot when I still worked. It looked the same. The evening sky was clear and nicely colored. The road was clear, too. The hills were inviting. But where I once drove with anticipation, now I just drove.
Frosty Morn
There’s frost on the ground and a chill in the air, but the temperature will rise into the seventies today. Spring might be on the way. I think I’ll walk around and inventory the bluebonnets.
Early Rising
The kids are up. The mom is up. The grandpa is up. I think our children are sleep deprived. They all got two days off because the Pasadena schools were closed after the recent tornado tore through town roughing things up.
Showers
Grandpa’s big weekend with the grandson is over. Grandpa is feeling a little let down. Like, what do I do today? Things, of course. But not really fun things.
Thinking of You
I was lucky as a young parent. Our first house was built by my father-in-law, the second husband of my late wife’s mother. They then built a house about seven houses down and around the corner, because that’s what developers do.
Another Day
I never expected to be well into July and hoping for a dry day. But I am. I walked out to feed the cats this morning, and there it was, drizzle.