They seem happy to share the warmth of the heating pad on our carport every year but then disappear in the spring. Always together, just the two of them…until the winter of 2026.
uh, oh, two’s company, but three’s a crowd
excuse me, said Tuxedo Cat,can you not see the problem here?
Indeed I can, Tux, but Pretty cannot. In matters of the heart, I have learned over the past twenty-five years to trust Pretty’s instincts. When Pretty says possums get hungry, too, what can I say?
Ella and Molly’s Snowman – first weekend of February, 2026
Snow fell over South Carolina this past weekend, and our granddaughters enjoyed 3-4 inches of the fluffy ice crystals for two days before that lucky old Sun which usually rolls around heaven all day(according to the song) jumped out from behind the clouds to begin the thawing !
Three-year-old cousin Caleb came over to play with six-year-old Ella and four-year-old Molly in the unusually chilly cold that marked the beginning of the second month of 2026.
Although their snowman wasn’t the largest in size compared to other areas of the country, it was “enough big” to inspire the children’s laughter, happiness and making memories.
The End
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For the children of Minneapolis who have an abundant amount of snow available to make gigantic snowmen but are afraid to go outside and play… we stand with you.
A steady stream of children took one look at the fun outdoors this past Saturday and decided the Super Kitty Fourth Birthday Party for Molly James was immune to the bitter cold and wind. The Bounce House in the backyard was an invitation to freedom from well-meaning parents who made efforts to encourage them to wear coats with little success.
Molly seen climbing to the slide while Ella explained her rules
one brave mother tried to manage the chaosin the cold
Molly (L) and her best friend came inside to check out food
Molly’s mom, Caroline, made the birthday cake, planned the party,
made memories for her daughter thatwill last forever
Gigi and John watched as Mollyand friends inspected new stroller
Nana on secret mission for more chicken nuggets
let them eat cake – and they did
Molly not interested in sharing her birthday cake or her Super Kitty candle from cake
Molly was Queen of the Party and loved opening her gifts
Big Sister Ella kept a watchful eye
Ella so happy to see her friend, Thomas…
…so happy she picked him up!
oh, look! it’s a Super Kitty!
Super Kitty Molly with her friend Charlie and her dog Sadie
meow, meow, meow – I am Su-Purr Charged and Su-Purr Wild!
and now I’m also FOUR years old
The birthday party was a fun time for us on a day that we needed to celebrate hope for the future of our Molly who saw herself as a superhero – someone that went into the world creating good and righting wrongs. May she always have the courage and strength to keep those goals in sight wherever life takes her. She is already a superhero to her Nana and Naynay.
If you remember Eugene O’neill’s American tragedy, The Iceman Cometh, you might have been in a high school drama class in the 1960s in West Columbia, Texas, with a teacher who believed O’neill’s work was brilliant. O’neill in her opinion belonged in the same conversation with Tennessee Williams, Lillian Hellman, and Thornton Wilder. Mrs. Juanita Roberts had fiery red hair cut in a pixie and always let her class chat quietly for a few minutes before the bell rang to end class so that she could race to the teachers’ lounge for a smoke. Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end.
Today the state of South Carolina where Pretty and I live has been deemed by the governor to be in the grips of another Iceman who is controlled by Mother Nature and promises to create a nightmare for the entire state. The governor has declared a state of emergency throughout the weekend. Wintry mix, freezing rain, and snow will be the culprits, but the largest blow in the forecast is the ice that will cover everything when the rainfall freezes in places predicted by American meteorologists in whatever model they use to foretell Mother Nature’s fancies.
calm before the storm – looking across the street at naked trees
Pretty made the blue bottle tree in our front yard
our big oak tree in the back yard before the Iceman Cometh
Mother Nature will have her final timing for the Iceman and/or the Weather Person; but for now we cross our fingers that everyone will be safe and that any birthday parties planned for Saturday morning can be continued as scheduled.
The young man in the center of this 1969 family picture was James Paul Boring born November 6, 1953, died December 22, 2025. The picture spoke to the love that surrounded James from his two older sisters, two younger brothers, father and mother – a love that followed him throughout his journey from birth in the town of Navasota, Texas, to his passing. He was survived by his four siblings and predeceased by his parents, Charles J. and Mildred P. Boring. Charlie and my mother were brother and sister. James’s mother, Mildred, and my mother were good friends in addition to being sisters-in-law.
Our grandmother Bernice Louise Schlinke Boring with James and his two older sisters, Nancy and Charlotte, in August, 1956
Thanksgiving, 2025, James (second from left)
Sisters Charlotte and Nancy, brothers Martin and Dennis, niece Alison
James and his family formed an important part of my childhood in Richards, twenty miles from their home in Navasota. We celebrated holidays together as extended families did in those mid-twentieth century years. Gradually, as we left the teenage years, we saw less and less of each other’s aunts, uncles, and cousins. The passing of our grandmother in 1972 removed the cornerstone that had kept us together as families. Marriages, new births, college educations, careers became the focus for us. Sadly, I lost touch with my family when I chose to leave Texas and relocate a thousand miles away from home.
I had a second chance with James and his brothers when my mother was very ill with dementia from 2010 until her death in 2012. James, Martin, and Dennis still lived in Navasota; Pretty and I bought a home near them in Montgomery from 2010-2014. Our lives had become more complicated as adults, of course, but remembering good times as children made the laughs easy to come by when James and I were making plum jelly in our kitchen on Worsham Street, the music from his guitar sweeter than the homemade plum jelly when he played on our front porch in the summertime, and the domino games the most competitive ever in the cold Texas winters.
Rest in peace, James. I will miss you.
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On January 02, 2026, Reginald Lynn Boring died at his home in Cordova, Tennessee, at the age of 82. Like his second cousin James Paul, he was the oldest son of five children with two sisters and two brothers.
Reggie, standing, top right
survived by sisters Nita (standing) and Diane,
brothers Wayne and Howie (not pictured)
predeceased by father C.H. Boring and mother Gertrude Dostal
Visits with Reggie and his family were sporadic when we were growing up since the distance from Grimes County to Ft. Bend County where they lived wasn’t an easy drive in the 1950s, but we had fun whenever we got together. I loved my Rosenberg cousins.
Our visits as adults were even more sporadic because neither Reggie nor Nita nor I stayed inside the Texas borders at the same time as we got older. In 2008, however, Nita, Reggie and I reconnected to plan a Boring family reunion in Austin. My, oh my, what fun did we have! Time hadn’t stood still, but it definitely froze that day while we rediscovered our roots.
Reggie regaled us with stories – he even made Sonny smile!
(note name tags we all had to wear since we didn’t look quite the sameas we had when we were childrenplus a few new ones)
Reggie Boring
(May 04, 1943 – January 02, 2026)
Rest in peace, Reggie. I will miss you.
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Mildred (Charlie’s wife), C.H. Boring, and Charlie Boring
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