It is only a To Do List, but you would think Mount Kilimanjaro lies before me. The weather is beautiful, and I have no appointments, no aches nor pains, and no excuses. It is just that I don’t want to do anything on the list. I have already managed to while away several hours doing…
The ghastly humidity currently visiting us has apparently decided to take up permanent residence. Not only does it play havoc with my early summer garden, but it has been carousing with the creative juices in my brain. Together they have produced squat … that negatory state appearing to be something until closer examination reveals nothing…
E-MAIL CORRESPONDENCE FROM MY COVID LIFE AND TIMES October 6, 2020 Dear Kathy … the picture is of my rescue project. This poor dear Vidalia was trapped in my pantry for an unknown number of months and discovered by me … Constance the Clueless … when I went to make chili. The poor Vidalia gave…
Disturbing news today from the department of fact and fiction. Lord Thistledown, spokesman for the Royal House of Whinger, announced that an arrest has been made in a sad case involving the destruction of the royal bleeding-hearts. Authorities have long sought those responsible for the continued desecration of the Kewpie Garden’s beautiful Lamprocapnos. Considered by…
Lately I have become aware of how the word fiddle can string you along. I already wrote about fiddle-dee-dee used as an expression of uselessness. But since then, I have become aware of its use in other strange curious circumstances, again having nothing to do with a fiddle being a string instrument. For instance, what…
As a rule, I enjoy writing. But today it would appear I have nothing much to say. That is, I have a lot to say but it is not of any importance. Thoughts come and go and ideas peek out of the morass of day to day living. But inevitably my best ideas are swallowed…
Exactly what might I say in response to the question, “What’s my line?” Today I am a writer using a line of text to convey an idea, and a digital line to express another point of view. Yesterday as a designer I used ruled lines, my quarter inch scale, and drafting board to produce floor plans…
After my mother died, I discovered some random photos tucked away in her desk. A small packet of memories carefully wrapped in an envelope worn soft from frequent use, with a little bit of cardboard to keep them flat, they were photographs of my late stepfather’s family. Gerhard kept them handy in case anyone thought…
For those of you out walking this afternoon, I will miss seeing you, but I did my walk earlier than usual so as to avoid the so-called SNOW EVENT that looms over the afternoon hours. Excuse me … what exactly is a Snow Event, other than an inane use of the English language? Why not…
I recall at the beginning of the year, a friend e-mailed an alert about how, when dating documents, one needed to use 2020 in full. It turns out altering records would be too easy if we simply used the abbreviated 0/0/20. At the time I thought, “How prissy is that? Not just another year, oh…