I’m trying to maintain a modicum of sanity as I dive into the deep end of change. Mister and I are on the edge of another move, and the last one (a mere six months ago) is still…
Birds on a Wire
I harp on all the danged time about looking around and seeing art, no matter where I may be. While I do want you to open your eyes and see that art for yourself, I mostly harp for…
Breaking the Fast
For the entire month of January, Mister and I were on restriction. We didn’t eat meat (we did eat fish) and we didn’t drink alcohol. None. Zero point zero percent. Our plan had been to break the…
I Smell Meat
I don’t remember if I’ve mentioned this or not, but Mister and I have been abstaining from alcohol and meat. We felt we’d overdone it the last week or so of December, and figured it would be good…
You’re Never Too Old To Become Younger
The above photo is a jumbled still-life, assembled on my bedside table. I love that Mae West quote, and it means a lot to me. It seems to present its meaning on a fairly regular basis, too. …
Homeward Bound
The home quest continues. It is a fascinating ride, too, friends. California is a crazy place to live, not only for the unbelievably high prices but also for the unbelievably high number of documents one must wade through…
Mister! Mister!
Mister’s been away for a few days. He arrives home today. I don’t always sleep well when he’s gone. I’m not a fraidy-cat or anything. It’s just weird when he’s away. That guy has become quite a…
Lunch Boxes
When I was a kid, I envied the girls who brought their lunches to school. For example, Sharon – pronounced “Shay-run” – brought hers everyday, and her mother often packed in some Cheetos. I wasn’t a Cheetos nut,…
Nature Boy
I’ve written before about the fact that Mister and I enjoy hiking the hills around Los Angeles. It’s truly one of my favorite forms of exercise, with the added bonus of taking place in Nature. Living in a…