Lalaland, it’s all a blur, mostly 16 sept 22

Yeah. Yeah. I was gonna write every day, but I didn’t. So what? It’s Friday and time flies and distractions abound. I seem to be the proverbial Magpie Swooping down to grab every shiny object. Ooh. Aah. That’s interesting. I’ll be right there. My dance card has been so full with daily meetings and meals … Continue reading Lalaland, it’s all a blur, mostly 16 sept 22

I haven’t a Clue, but that’s ok – 4 August 20I22

Once again I’m at a semi-loss as to what I’m doing. With my life in general. Then I think, “You’re 72 years old don’t you think you should know what the fuck you’re doing?” To which I respond, (since I am talking to myself, because whoever you are, you will go on with your life … Continue reading I haven’t a Clue, but that’s ok – 4 August 20I22

Dancing Like Everyone’s Looking In the middle of Trafalgar Square 5/21/22

If you read my previous post you might remember my mention of the ridiculously narrow bathtub at Hazlitts here in London and how I was worried I might get stuck therein. If you didn’t read it, well then you might not totally get the gist of what comes next. Too bad, because today I was … Continue reading Dancing Like Everyone’s Looking In the middle of Trafalgar Square 5/21/22

Days of my Life #56

Move up in the world. Get ahead. Make something of yourself. The above subtitles have been brought to you by, you guessed it, the modern day saga of Capitalism, that good ole boy mythology of mass industrialization, promoted by the corporate white man’s brotherhood which entices, then denies, liberally, especially to people of color, then … Continue reading Days of my Life #56

Days of my Life #54

Pre-pandemic pedicure requires podiatrist. Bet you know where this one’s going, but anywho, this is my story for today. You’ve probably heard of the perils of pedicures. You know, when the unwitting customer sits in her reclining, variable massage chair, relaxing with a bit of complementary bubbly while listening to international chitchat by others (mostly … Continue reading Days of my Life #54

Days of my Life #53

Raising Dough$ with Grandmother’s Recipes I’ve been baking. Not sourdough, because that’s not my current thang...I’ll leave that up to daughter who is the queen of the sourdough. My covid dough belly and hips attest to that. Grrr. Nevertheless this weekend she baked or rather we did, to raise dough$ for the Sustainable Food Center … Continue reading Days of my Life #53

Days of my Life #52

Motivation. Am I stuck in the midst of “who gives a fuck town” or “I’ll do it when I damn well feel like it” as I float over “in a rut isle”? Maybe it’s only for today, though I think it’s been this past week (month?) where I’ve felt it would be better to be … Continue reading Days of my Life #52