Normally I don't bother with updates, opting to start fresh with every post. But so many of you sent messages of concern and support over the last 48 hours, that I just wanted to write a quick message of thanks. We were very fortunate. We never lost power, though the lights did flicker constantly throughout … Continue reading Quick Storm Update
Three mass shootings in the U.S. over the last week; thirty five people are dead, all from a semi-automatic weapon. I won't bother you with any long diatribe. I already have Here. Too. Many. Times. Already. Earlier today I contacted the offices of my state's two U.S. senators and congressional representative. I could only get … Continue reading This Cannot Be Our New Normal
I've always enjoyed the many "Thursday Doors" posts from the bloggers I follow, each of whom link to Norm Frampton's blog, the creator of the #ThursdayDoors posts here on WordPress and Twitter. As I embark on another summer blogging break, I thought it might be fun to try my own hand at a 'Doors post. … Continue reading Thursday Doors/Summer Hiatus
I'm a dreamboat, amn't I?! You can dress me up and take me out. I'm sitting in the above picture on the exact sofa, right down to fabric and color, which we recently ordered for our living room. After spending hours poring over an incalculable number of style and sample books, we ended up choosing … Continue reading The Continuing Wabi Sabi Adventure
Note: this post is my maiden attempt in using the new WordPress "Gutenberg" editor. It's a wild and woolly ride to say the least. Please fasten your seatbelt... When my sibs and I were all growing up back in the sixties, we enjoyed watching all of the Smothers Brothers comedy routines on TV. In particular, … Continue reading Desert Neutrality
We made a day visit to Savannah this week for its music festival (currently running there until April 14th). One of my favorite jazz artists is Hammond B3 organ great Dr. Lonnie Smith, and he was appearing with his trio for two evening performances and one earlier in the day. Although the lure of … Continue reading Day Visit to Savannah
Against all her better instincts, not to mention I assume a clause in her blogger's liability insurance coverage, Donna over at Retirement Reflections has once again asked me to write a guest post. Please join the party there as I discuss the all important topic of eating cookies. Or... something remotely related to that anyway. … Continue reading Keeping The Cookie Jar Full During Early Retirement
To my regular followers, Doug might be a bit out of your comfort zone. But that’s his point anyway. He’s an undeclared poet laureate who endures cold Chicago winters and probably years of Ron Santo, North Side sadness. He might not be your cup of tea, but for those of you who like to take an occasional ride on political poetry, it’s my pleasure to share a master of the craft. He’s also a lover of vinyl and analogue, so he can’t be all bad.
Sorry ‘bout the delay in getting back, (Marty) ya’ll. But trying to parse the 100 proof of today’s politics requires that aforementioned bourbon pour, and after five three fingers in four hours, I’ve been clued that Coda Puppy and I, now, somehow, seem to age at the same rate. What was once just another night of some mid-shelf everyday sippin’ whiskey, now locks me down for a full twenty-four.
And to further whore my amateur bore… of the true way that our politics be…I offer for your consideration …. Young Paul the Tall and his very pretty, smart, and caring, Girl Next Door, Mary Ann. They’ve been best friends forever…since Radio Shack sold computers. Now in their early to mid twenties, and with spring in the…our young man’s fancy…Paul turns not to his Mary Ann. Paul’s hero’s journey is to score a walk down the aisle with his Ginger…
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A former co-worker and I were regular afternoon coffee companions back during my working years (Hi, H). At roughly the same time each day, one of us would launch an informal summons via the office chat application to query if it was convenient to make our daily trek to Starbucks. Invariably, though, my friend would always need just a little … Continue reading Powdering My Nose
Janis writes a wonderful ode to the public library on her equally wonderful “Retirementally Challenged” blog. I couldn’t say it any better, though since I have made myself the Milton Berle of blog post intellectual property theft, I probably will hijack this at some future point too. Well done, Janis!
I spent a lot of time in my neighborhood library as I was growing up. I remember going with my mother at least once a week to check out books; usually borrowing two or three at a time. When I got older, I’d meet my friends there and we’d often do our homework sitting at the wooden desks they had scattered around. It was always kind of a magical place: not only did they have what seemed to be a never-ending supply of FREE books, but the building felt safe and familiar and the librarians were always a helpful source of information.
For some reason, I stopped going to public libraries in my young adulthood. I never stopped reading, but my books mostly came from bookstores, yard sales, or were passed on to me by friends. Later, of course, I also started purchasing books from online sources.
After my husband…
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