Tomorrow, Sunday, when this is published, things will be exactly the same. The 24-hour time span between this writing and when you read this, oh dear fan, will not make a difference. Air quality index right now: 445 parts per … Continue reading
Today it’s a two-dog, one-cat writing space. Outside blessedly cool coastal clouds ward off, with magical signage, the 90-plus days before and to come—ugh. The two dogs will alert me to phantom car-door closings and the approach of the TomTom … Continue reading
After we thoroughly dissected the current state of affairs, with name-calling like “that devilish asshole” and “radical rightie”, my friend and I could only repeat the two phrases that define the unsettled feelings we were left with: “What a mess” … Continue reading
While discussing writing with a good—and excellent—writing friend, I felt inspired to write shorts again. The thing is, I had no ideas. That said, I remembered something a writer wrote about writing some years ago, paraphrased as “writing is like … Continue reading
It’s hot. The prediction is 100 degrees by 5pm today. The temperature is inching up. I’m keeping the birth baths full. I just got off the phone with my sister, who lives in Mendocino, California. Life there borders on dystopia. … Continue reading
On the latter creature in the title I didn’t intend to spend a lot of time, but I did. In my observations of hornets in general, baldfaced hornets are f**king big. They build “paper” nests, using pulp scrapings they take … Continue reading
What is it about retirement, very hot weather, and a pandemic that can make one look forward to doing the laundry? I ask this basic question because unlike my siblings and my friends—or maybe they just want me to think … Continue reading
I did promise that this weekend I would write about two leaders, Boudicca and Cleopatra, however I am behind on my research. This is mostly due to the amount of information I’ve run across, and getting sidetracked at online bookstores … Continue reading
The Pacific wind visits us often, bringing a cool freshet to the hot Willamette Valley. I’m outside with warm ginger tea beginning the blog of which subject I have no idea. I got two “Smithsonian” magazines today; I just subscribed … Continue reading
This morning the husband and I discussed the President. A meme has resurfaced—thanks to the garbage-laden Internet of Mark Zuckerberg—of President Trump, The Orange Mango, User of Makeup Dusted with Gold, Imperial Rambler, Narcissist of Our Age. Two years ago, … Continue reading
