Art is food for the soul
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 … Continue reading Days of my Life #55
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
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
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
Nutty Cheezus Christ on a cracker! Daughter has perfected her cracker recipe. This is a good thing. Why? Because one must use all of the Buffalo ...I mean sourdough starter leftovers. The crackers are imbedded with a most delightful blend of spices, seeds, and herbs, cut, then erratically splattered with salt and baked. They are … Continue reading Days of my Life #51
Ghosted on Match.com I know. I know. Mercury is in retrograde a few more days so I should’ve immediately realized the guy who was hitting me up was either married, an ax murderer, an at-home- jackoff- of all trades, or a fake...but what the heck? I was looking for love. It all started out quite … Continue reading Days of my Life #50
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
“This shit is too weird for words.” “Like sci fi.” “As the stomach turns.” “So surreal, seriously.” “Its Like a bad dream.” “Hard to get my head wrapped around this...” Those were the snippets/phraselettes that zipped through my brain as masked daughter and I snaked our way through Trader Joe’s (Aldi’s foster child, originally birthed … Continue reading Days of my Life #48
“Only the Lonely.” By Roy Orbison. Who knows why, since I haven’t thought about that particular song in years. However, that’s the song that creeped into my brain this morning after waking. Was it the dream I had last night about my sweetheart who died nearly eight years ago? Maybe? But probably it has more … Continue reading Days of my Life #47
“What will they say about us?” That’s what my inner muse spoke this morning? “...when we are but dust in the wind and our way of life is no more”, she continued. I knew, with words like that, I had to write today. So unlike yesterday and the day before when I felt like napping … Continue reading Days of my Life #46
