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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

Days of my Life #55

Give it Back Already! OK I’m playing with words again. Except...At this time it’s really not play. I mean business! IF you are currently living in any big city or a small one, I’m certain, unless you are fucking blind or have a severe case of NIMBY tunnel vision, you cannot avoid seeing the homeless …

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 …

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 …

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 …

Days of my Life #40

Song in my head: Tossing n Turning There’s always a reason stuff pops in my head when I first awaken. This time it’s obvious. I went to sleep itchin and a scratchin this annoying spot at my left wrist where some little hungry insect stuck their pointy fangs in me. Am I that tasty? Naw. …

Days of my Life #39

Give me a break! I spent most of yesterday with my head in a book, coming up for air only to eat and drink, to relieve myself, to briefly walk with daughter and two of the dogs down to the nearby creek, watch said dogs splash in the water And frolic hither and yon, climb …