Tag Archives: Tam Lin
A Red Balloon
Yesterday morning, walking down Pine Hill with Tam, I spotted something bright red way up ahead. Huh? It was too bright and too red to be natural — unless it was a mushroom? Not likely: It was too big, and … Continue reading
Tam Gets Bit by a Fence
The late Rhodry and Travvy both spent time around horse barns so they learned about electric fences early on. Rhodry in particular didn’t even trust rope lying on the ground: if he couldn’t detour around it, he’d clear it by … Continue reading
Evening Walk
So Tuesday night Tam Lin and I are approaching the worst stretch of the Dr. Fisher Road. It’s not quite pitch-dark but close. Up ahead are red brake lights. They aren’t moving. This is unusual. When we come up next … Continue reading
I’m Not Jogging
I hate jogging. Don’t even talk about running. I do love to walk. I walk a lot. I walk about four miles on an average day. (Read on and you’ll learn how I know this.) Some people walk because they … Continue reading
Spilt Milk
Yes, I spilt it, but no, I didn’t cry. I cussed. I live at close quarters in a studio apartment. Sometimes I forget how close things are, like how close the milk pitcher (from which I pour milk into my … Continue reading
Fixed
Tam Lin got neutered, aka “fixed,” last Tuesday. He’s doing fine. He doesn’t like being a conehead, although he does put up with it. I take it off when we go out walking or driving, and I often leave it … Continue reading
87 Miles (and Counting)
Not quite a month ago I posted “Walking for RBG,” about a scheme to honor Ruth Bader Ginsburg, raise money for several pro-woman causes, and spend more time in the great outdoors. I chose the Run/Walk 87 Miles Challenge option. … Continue reading
Walking for RBG
I got my first cell phone less than two years ago. During the 10 years that I spent a lot of time out in the woods on horseback, people were amazed — shocked, even — that not only did I … Continue reading
Who’s a Good Boy?
Tam Lin, aka my Tim-Tam-Tommy-O, was a super good dog yesterday, which also happened to be his 16-month-old day. I told him I was going to blog about how wonderful he was, and he said, more or less, “About time! … Continue reading
Whacked by a Dog
Going from the sublime to the — well, maybe not ridiculous, but rather somewhat mundane and a little bit gross. WARNING: Grim photos follow. Longtime readers of this blog may recognize that the title of this post harks back to … Continue reading
