Adios Barcelona 29 June & where the hell have you been? 11 July 2022

I’m in a taxi sailing down the highway on the way to the aeropuerto. We left casa Camper and wove our way through the ramblas and an assortment of dazed and confused people/tourists. My cabbie has put on madonnas “Like a virgin”. Weeee! He just took a curve like it’s the Indy 500. Yesterday I … Continue reading Adios Barcelona 29 June & where the hell have you been? 11 July 2022

Days of my Life #47

“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

Days of my life #2

Janet Bernson April 7; 2020 Imagine being rudely awakened by the sound of a dog puking. Yep, that just happened.But that’s not a big deal since I’ve been avoiding cleaning my floor like the plague. Now I have the opportunity to mop up the yuck splattered upon my oh so cool, artistically stained by me, … Continue reading Days of my life #2

Day 11- Reflections on travel, health, eventful days..

I woke this morning from another toss and turn night - like on a small boat in a big-swelled sea, feeling achy and a tad anxious, though anxiety-wise, not about today’s upcoming travels as is often the case. It is now apparent that my two days of Theraphi administered by the kind and able Marcio … Continue reading Day 11- Reflections on travel, health, eventful days..

Day 8 – Heading to London. For more theraphi

Our day yesterday was fairly mellow...except I came down with a rotten case of laryngitis/sore throat/general crappiness. A perfect way to leave Germany. Not. I had hoped today would afford me time to visit some old haunts, alas I’m drinking hot tea, wearing a hot towel over my face when I’m not plunking away on … Continue reading Day 8 – Heading to London. For more theraphi

Honey, i sold your motorcycle.

"Sell the damn thing. It's okay baby I don't need it where I am, I've got one that runs great!" That's what I hear him saying. It's just weeks before what would have been my beloved Max Middleton's 63rd birthday. He was a Halloween baby, the spook. I'm wondering if per chance he will show … Continue reading Honey, i sold your motorcycle.