Do you have a favorite article of clothing? Something worn, familiar, comfortable and as full of memories as an old diary?

I have my old fleece jacket..It is white with Indian designs around the bottom..It once belonged to one of my daughters who handed it down to me..The jacket is large to suit her pregnancy when she purchased it..I remember when she wore it to the hospital to give birth to one of my precious grandsons nearly 17 years ago..
Later that winter, as she lost weight,...

I have become attached to my raccoons..Early yesterday morning when I came to the kitchen and turned the light on, there sat two big raccoons with a very young one between them..They just stared at me and followed every move I made..One actually stood up and seemed to beg.

Hubby and neighbor are concerned about the damage they can cause to peoples gardens and that someone may decide to kill them..My neighbor is an animal lover and actually sells "critter caskets" in his...

We have a screened in back porch..
This is where I keep a freezer, a couple of storage cupboards and my cat food..There are lots of cats in this small neighborhood..Most of them are like mine.."fixed, fat, and lazy"..
For a couple months my H and I suspected that a coon was visiting our back porch, because the cat food and garbage can was being turned over quite often..He warned me about running out there in the dark in the middle of the night, because coons are known to be...

Previously......I was about to meet my new kinfolk and I was very frightened..Grampa was making his way toward me as I exited the car and he.......
didn't wait for any introductions..He reached out and encircled me in his arms and delivered the biggest bear hug I could imagine..Meanwhile, halfway between the car and the steps leading to the front porch, my h had gramma in a bearhug to match grampa's..We were about to switch huggers..I braced myself for another "breath taker" from...

Previously..... I am glad to be leaving this big, dirty town, yet I am embarrassed to be going back home. Home? We have no home. Where will we stay? I vow that I will return home just long enough to put the next step of my plan to work, and I feel lighter and ask Dad what time we leave......

We arrive back "home" at dusk and we collect our suitcases once again from the back of the bus..This time no one is waiting to take us somewhere to spend the night..We are just a block...