Yesterday, I avoided coming up here to sit at the keyboard, to sort through emails, to sip my coffee while scrolling through the early morning cacophony that is Twitter. I’ve been doing this for more time than I like to acknowledge. Instead, I straightened things up around the kitchen and the rest of the house,…
Category: Plans & Schemes
Walk, write. Just get off your ass.
I should go outside today and walk. The cold isn’t quite as bracing as it’s been the last week or so for my west coast bones, and I’m tempted to stretch them in the warm, bright sunlight somewhat like a fat, old lazy cat. Tempted would be the key word there. But if I ventured…
Carly Simon and Memories about Choices
Yesterday was a marathon of driving from one end of the county to the opposite and in weather more conducive to July than November. To be more accurate, it’s cooler in July here than it has been the last many days. I’ve given up wishing and hoping for weather that smells and feels like…
Dear President Obama
Dear President Obama: I can’t tell you how much I’ve anticipated your Presidency. Thank you so much for taking the time to throw your hat in the ring to run for the highest office in this land. Now that I’ve made the perfunctory niceties, let me get down to business. I have much to say……
I should make a list.
It’s official. I’ve finally gotten to the point in my life sans former profession where I feel like I need an additional six hours a day added to my clock. I’m happy to say that in contrast to my former need for six hours extra *delete rant that was to have been inserted here…*, I’m…
Crickets. I hear crickets…
I sit at my Mac on an enormous grey exercise ball scanning all of my open windows. There’s twhirl in the upper corner — not nearly as noisy as it has been, but there, its colorful avatars proudly displaying each person’s thoughts, comments, responses, and taunts to visit yet another link. And email is open,…