It’s the last Stream of Consciousness Saturday of 2018. Linda G. Hill has been caring for her son, Alex, who has been sick. As a result, Linda instructed us to fend for ourselves, but I’m going to take her advice literally (because I think I can make it work): “Your Friday prompt for Stream of... Continue Reading →
I plan to be quiet here, and to reduce my time on WordPress today and tomorrow. I’ll be back with a one-liner on Wednesday, and I’ll rejoin you at your places then. Note: I’m giving you the gift of time, perhaps only a few seconds, but I’m closing comments for this post.
I mentioned last week that our daughter Faith and I had toured the Mark Twain House in nearby Hartford, CT. I think I said something about an event, but I know I didn’t explain what that event was. It was an opportunity to write for three hours in the library of the Mark Twain House.... Continue Reading →
Mondays are the hardest days for me and this blog. I like posting on Monday, because it avoids having too many posts in a row. Also, since I usually have abundant free time on Friday and Saturday nights (that’s the way I like it, by the way) I have plenty of time to research and... Continue Reading →
A funny thing happened on the way to Thursday Doors. It rained. In fact, it’s been raining since before Norm called for a two week break, back in July. After posting last week’s doors, I was wondering what doors I could feature. Perhaps I could search through all the leftover folders. Perhaps a traffic jam... Continue Reading →
I though you guys would like to know what Cheryl was doing while we struggled with her replacement. Don’t try to do the geography, it only works in my head.
I’m going to try and turn off comments over here.
In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere in Florida, we looked outside of the vacation peninsula for refuge. Much of my family lives in Louisiana, already filled with evacuees from the devastation of Hurricane Harvey as the state itself is just now recouperating from the mind numbing flooding they experienced last Summer. We have children up in Nebraska, but since flying was already iffy at best, we decided to head to Atlanta where there was ONE hotel that we found good reservations. And where my youngest lives, a great opportunity to visit one of my ducklings.
No, there were no volcanoes there; but what we found were wonderful receptive communities who opened their hotels, restaurants and hearts…
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If we were having a beer, everyone would be upset with me. “You know, there are other empty stools. You don’t have to sit next to me if you don’t want to.” “What? What’s with you?” “I just thought you might want to sit next to one of your friends.” “Uh oh, trouble in paradise?”... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you would be wondering about the tab. “Do you remember who paid last time we were here?” “No, but I remember offering to pick up the next tab, or something like that.” “In that case, Cheryl, Dan will have a beer, I’ll have a glass of Bourbon.” “Wait, now... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, actually, it was over a week ago, but there’s no real time-keeper in the blog universe…is there? Anyway, whenever it was, I was reading a post from my blog-buddy Dan. You know Dan. Dan is the guy in southern California who is sometimes in Poland and sometimes in a pool hall... Continue Reading →