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
I looked in the mirror a few minutes ago and was shocked at the resemblance of my current hair color to what I remember of my maternal grandmother’s curly coif when she had used a bluing agent to un-yellow her gray. Chuckles of irony emanated from deep within me. Or were they gasps of horror? … Continue reading Days of my Life #15
What do you know? I’ve already had my cup of “why bother” this morning! I’m awake in a quiet home. (Grandson is still asleep). The dogs have been fed. Robin’s egg is safely tucked away in my cleavage. I’m almost afraid to disrupt the silence, but I have a building urge to belt out some … Continue reading Days of my Life #12
4:20am. Ya know, I kinda like the uncertainty that is my current sleep cycle which coincides with my being compelled to write, what shall I call it? “Days of my Life” essays? Okay we’ll go with.that for now. Whatever the name, it sure beats the growing doldrums of staying home, being unable to drive about … Continue reading Days of my Life #10
Its the afternoon. What? You mean I didn’t get up in the middle of the night, at the very least 8am to write? No, that’s not what I said. Yes, I did wake several times in the night to pee and then went promptly back to sleep, after noting that the sounds outside were indeed … Continue reading Days of my Life #9
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.