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
Return to Lalaland, briefly? 14 Sept 22
Yes, yes, of course I am like a sparrow, I do return to the place of my birth. But why, oh why, for goddess’s sake would I do this, you may ask. Or not. I will tell you, anyway. I love the many reasons, though some may call them excuses and if I might be … Continue reading Return to Lalaland, briefly? 14 Sept 22
Days of my Life #49
Did ya miss me? Then you’d betta kiss me! I’ve been taking a break. I decided to let my creative juices stew like a good cassoulet or in honor of our garden and the summer, pickles in a sweet and sour umami brine. Creativity is like that. You just never know when a Rush is … Continue reading Days of my Life #49
Days of my Life #38
Stormy Weather I’ve had that song dittying inside me for the past fifteen minutes. Could it have been the storm of two nights ago or was it the recollection of my lost love? Nevertheless, today I am full of an unusual melancholy. It’s crazy, this feeling, since the sky is blue with some cloudiness here … Continue reading Days of my Life #38
Days of my Life #22
It’s another beautiful day. Who could complain with These delightfully sunny skies and gentle breeze. Certainly not I. I’ve been walking fairly regularly, up the hill, along the path, by the creek, as far from thoughts of pandemics and politics as I can muster...even though such thoughts are mostly unavoidable. I couldn’t walk yesterday, partly … Continue reading Days of my Life #22
Days of my Life #19
I took a walk with my friend Carla this morning. We waved to each other as we approached from opposite directions, both of us adorned with our homemade masks and sun hats. Today is going to be in the 90’s but it was a pleasant 70 when we took off toward the creek just down … Continue reading Days of my Life #19
Days of my Life #16
Breakfast was filling if nothing else; shredded wheat and oat milk with a touch of dark brown sugar and some “why bother” decaf. I have already begun my day by perusing the news and email. Yuck! Even the travel ads are having the “How can I get excited by armchair excursions?”challenge. Just the other day … Continue reading Days of my Life #16
Comedy can be Brutal. I mean its tricky. Some comics can make me want to go outside and scream “Why?”, repeatedly, others to shake my head in awe of their lack of humor, and still others might, if I’m lucky, engender a chuckle or if I''m lucky, more. Last night I joined four other friends … Continue reading Tragic Comedy.
What would Grandma Moses Do?
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?