'Suela,

You are probably on top of this, but your father's decline sounds like he may have been having some mini-strokes. The timing sound familiar to what my friend's father is going through.

...my life really isn't like your lives, is it?

I was taking our housemate to the train this morning, and I passed one of the neighbors a few blocks over who was taking her string of horses for a morning amble down the street. Every now and then I am reminded that I do live in the west.

I love snickerdoodles, Burrell. Some of it is cinnamon, and some is probably the silly name. But I did have two little Debbie krispie things that were dyed red and pink for Valentine's. They are nice in a FrankenKitchen sort of way.

You are probably on top of this, but your father's decline sounds like he may have been having some mini-strokes.

quite possibly, yeah. We seem to have strokes in the family, rather than heart disease or cancer. Oddly enough it's on both sides, so I mostly know what's going to get me.

Yup, someone was riding down our street a few days ago, with their Australian shepherds, who Seabiscuit was very excited to see. They were serious working dogs, though, not leading a life of leisure like our pup.

That was the same day as my facebook status with the overheard at the gas station: "Hey, man, can we look at your cow?"

Teppy - I've been trying to find an excuse to try the 3 Penny Taproom.

Will called, there's not a lot of snow in his neck of the woods and I read on Facebook Rutland has very little snow.

The National Weather Service forecast doesn't look accurate. I went out to look at the pretty snow and someone was jogging. It made me briefly consider walking to the library but I think I'll make brownies instead.

Micro strokes are different from mini strokes, right?

That was the same day as my facebook status with the overheard at the gas station: "Hey, man, can we look at your cow?"

My dad had a special cow, Rex Rosanne, that had very high milk production. The company that bred Rex Rosanne's mom would organize trips to my parents' farm to see Rex in order to sell more bull sperm. Once about 20 Germans showed up to see her.

Did they buy the bull sperm?

Did they buy the bull sperm?

I don't know--my dad never said.

I should have taught my dad to make sure to get all the details for his cow breeding stories.