I’m sitting, drinking a loaded decaf coffee (almond milk and brown sugar - gawd I am decadent) at a round table for four at the Flightpath Coffee Shop. While is most definitely not Quacks, It is a decent coffee and snack place on Duval here in Austin. I have been joined by a woman who … Continue reading Another Day – Another Coffee Shop
Here I am. In Austin. I would've written sooner but I've been busy repeatedly chasing a rapidly crawling baby, my 9 month old grandson, Levi. I'm beat. Like a stick. I suppose this form of exhaustion is penance for being the out of town grandma. Sheesh. I've said it now. Oy the guilt! But I'm … Continue reading What would Grandma Moses Do?
Yeah, I know. Its been months since I last wrote. Where does time go? Actually, I've been writing elsewhere (though much has been in my head and not on paper- virtual or otherwise). So where was I when last I began this missive? The first week of March. On the road..to Sycamore Mineral Springs Resort … Continue reading I Got Stood Up By a Ghost aka My Adventure with The Big Can o’Max
Deep in the Heart of Texas. Yessiree, when I began this little sing song ditty I was still in Austin, keeping it weird, Texas, feeling pretty darn good, except for a slight case of sniffly allergy and musing how quickly time flies when I'm having fun and how ridiculously slow it is when I'm not. … Continue reading Robots, reality and the flu
Here we are...Son Billy and me, heading south to Austin from Scottsdale to Albuquerque then on to Lubbock ...but first a stop at the dam where Walter White waited for his new identity in Breaking Bad. I figured that would be a good place to deposit can #6. Max loved that show. It gave me … Continue reading Can o’Max #6 ala Breaking Bad
I just looked at my calendar. I'm heading home tomorrow. Panic fills the air and I can't breathe. I'm feeling wobbly in my legs and might need to call a doctor. NO. This can't be happening. Whatever shall I do? Hold on a second. That was just "old me" seeing if she could get a … Continue reading The party’s over? I don’t think so
My sweet grandson has taught me more in his 8 weeks of being on our planet Earth than I may have so far learned in my sixty-somethin years. Here's the deal according to Levi Ward, life coach and scholar. Take notes. You will be tested. "Tit or no tit. That's what babies know. That's all … Continue reading Baby, baby tell me where it’s at.
Yawn. Sniffle. Sneeze. Howdy. I'm in Austin and I am doing very well...considering my past year. I arrived last night after a whole bunch of hurrying up, then waiting in airports, Admirals Club lounges and on the Tarmac. Fortunately, I got that global entry thingie from the TSA. I got the "green light" to fly … Continue reading Back in the saddle
Today I continue on my Good Grief Journey. Thanks to my buying everything, including toilet paper, on my AA Mastercard, I am sitting in the Admirals Club waiting for my flight to Dallas where I will then catch a business class flight to Frankfurt. Waiting in a cushy armchair next to a bunch of businessmen … Continue reading Business Class between worlds.
The title of today's missive are the words stuck in my head as I wake far too early for any normal person on a Monday morning. Who is speaking? Me? Am I channeling Max Middleton or some other departed loved one? I suppose I ought to shut up and listen, and yet the thought forms … Continue reading I hope you’re not disappointed