A Drive Home The nice thing about being brought up in a half dozen places is that each one feels like home. Whenever I return to the ridiculously perfect weather in southern California, or to the spectacular vision of the Golden Gate bridge in the northern part of the state, or to the long…
Category: Dear Friends
Listen to this . . .
. . . so my manly musclebound man manhandled the massive new all-in-one washer dryer into the house, without a handtruck, singlehandedly. I was there, wearing gloves, close toed shoes and a sports bra, ostensibly to help but, for practical wimpy reasons, mostly just watching and getting mosquito bites. He did it all alone. Didn’t…
Vegas Baby
I spent the weekend in Vegas. The first night I spent alone. The first thing I saw from the plane was the pyramid Luxor, beaming a spotlight straight into the sky. I got out a hundred bucks at the ATM and was surprised to see a hundred dollar bill come out of the dispenser. Welcome to…
Farewell
He’s gone. I’m flying out to Louisville for the funeral Thursday. Sigh. Such a cheerful, unique personality. As a friend put it, cancer bites. God bless you little Joe! You are already missed.
The Lawnmower
Feeling sort of melancholy lately. Probably has to do with the dreary weather: days and sunless days of chilly rain, dim murky light, oppressive cloud cover. Yuck. Anyway, Darlin’ and I are doing quite well, my Twisted Sister is happy, the cat is thriving, and yet my mind wants to dwell on cheerless gray thoughts. …