A brief introduction: Mrs. Bella Bang

So, she has a bed, and it’s absolutely large enough for her, but sometimes she doesn’t seem clear on how to use it.

This is Bella.

The Missus in Repose

We imagine her full name to be Mrs. Bella Bang, principally because she sometimes has the air of a lady “of a certain age” as they say here, who carries a somewhat behind-the-fashion but very sturdy handbag which she is not afraid to swing with great force when some young rapscallion is raising a ruckus and needs some manners knocked into him.

Gave him a thwack on the earhole and sent him to bed without any dinner, eh Mrs. Bang?

That’s exactly right.

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A Christmas carol

To set the scene: it is just barely December 25th, around 1:30 in the morning. I’m out with Mrs. Bella Bang for that last walk before bed. We walk out past the sheltering yellow streetlights, into a narrow lane leading out into farmland. It’s dark and quiet. We don’t bother with the flashlight because we know the way, and the moonlight is just enough for us to avoid the ditch. There’s a field on our left which is generally empty during the day, though sometimes we see cows in it at a distance — brown ones, with horns (but still of the lady variety, yes). Tonight, though, they are here by the road.

We don’t even realize it at first, because they are almost silent. Mrs. Bang and I both freeze and stare into the darkness when the sighing night wind becomes a deep, breathy sigh from an animal obviously much larger than we are, very close by.
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Hello and welcome

I’m still puzzling over exactly what I’m going to put here long term, but I have some ideas to get rolling.  I figure even a scattershot approach will still serve a purpose.

For the most part it’s a way to reach out a bit to my far-flung family and friends, and give them a chance to check in on me now and again, see how I’m getting along, and say hello.
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