I had been to the basement with the garbage and recyclables before I picked up yesterday’s mail and a few packages. As I stuffed four envelopes, a Gramophone magazine, and three packages into my walker’s tote bag, I ran into Diana, my favorite first floor neighbor., We gossiped about things in the building, and she … Continue reading 147. DANCE ON ROUTE 73
Author: Larry Moore
146. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL WHERE?
. Okay, babies, I said as I rose from my computer chair, it’s time for breakfast. Let me feed you. I took my cane from its place at the foot of my bed, put my other hand on the teacart and pushed it toward the kitchen. I stopped to take two cans of Fancy Feast … Continue reading 146. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL WHERE?
145. LE FROMAGE C’EST MOI
I finished my 2023 tax work for my accountant with a huge sigh of relief. To Annabelle’s annoyance, I dumped a pile of empty envelopes and calculator tapes into the wastebasket. With an angry cry she jumped out of the wastebasket, tossing wadded-up paper along with the calculator tapes and envelopes all over the floor. … Continue reading 145. LE FROMAGE C’EST MOI
144. APPLE OR CHERRY?
I was working on my 2023 income taxes. I kept lifting Thatch, who wanted to play and be brushed, off my pile of receipts as I tallied up numbers of the money I’d spent on various items. It’s too bad I can’t write off the cats, I thought. A taxi receipt drifted off my worktable … Continue reading 144. APPLE OR CHERRY?
143. YES, VIRGINIA, ANOTHER CAROLING EVENT
December 2023 was a very quiet month. Why is this year different? I wondered. Several days before Christmas, I realized I had heard no sounds of three cats rehearsing for their caroling night, no fights between Annabelle and Thatch, no demands for caroling accessories. No caroling this year? I asked Annabelle. No. Thatch and Stella … Continue reading 143. YES, VIRGINIA, ANOTHER CAROLING EVENT
142. HOLIDAY BLUES
I dragged myself up from the basement after dropping off the garbage and sorting the recyclables. I then went to the first floor to check the mail. Nothing. I was in a pathetic mood. Here it is, I thought, two days before Thanksgiving, and there had been no word from Annabelle in a week. There … Continue reading 142. HOLIDAY BLUES
141. CATFISHED!
On my way back to the apartment from the basement, I stopped to see what mail had been left the day before. No bills, thank God, but a lot of requests from animal rescues, Planned Parenthood, AARP, and others for donations. I rode the elevator to three, pushed the walker down the hall and entered … Continue reading 141. CATFISHED!
140. ANNABELLE’S BIG BREAK
It was a dreadful morning in Manhattan. Nothing but rain, high temperatures, and on those days with no rain, the humidity was so high that a walk to the basement to dump the garbage and recyclables left me drenched in sweat and wanting a long cold bath. Would you hurry up? Annabelle asked me while … Continue reading 140. ANNABELLE’S BIG BREAK
139. COMMERCIALS AND ART
Is he crying again? Annabelle asked Thatch. I don’t know, Annabelle; ask him. All right. I will. She jumped onto the computer table and looked into my face from the top of the computer screen. Are you crying again? she asked me. No, Missy. Why? I asked. What were those sounds you were making? Sounds? … Continue reading 139. COMMERCIALS AND ART
138. ANNABELLE’S TITANIC IDEA
Really? Yes, Daddy! It’s true. Are you sure you heard what she said? Yes. Annabelle is dropping her musical. She wants to write another. Thatch had been whispering to me while I cleaned the litter box, and this news astonished me. He and Annabelle had been working on a musical for over four years, although … Continue reading 138. ANNABELLE’S TITANIC IDEA