It’s a special Saturday here at the bar, but we’re still going to play along with Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge. Her prompt for today: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is ‘rib.’ Use it as a word, or find a word with ‘rib’ in it. As always, use any... Continue Reading →
It’s time to visit the bar for Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Linda G. Hill is combining SoCS with Just-Jot-January again, so we get double-credit for dealing with this prompt: “Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: ‘art.’ Talk about something that’s hanging on your wall. Add a picture, if you’d like. If... Continue Reading →
Today is Thanksgiving here in the US, So I want to be brief and stay with the spirit of the day. The doors in the gallery were collected from the train while traveling to/from New York City. I’ve done my best to describe them in the captions. You know the drill, if you’re in between... Continue Reading →
“Ugh, I forgot my phone!” Yep, that happened to me on Monday. I wasn’t very far into my morning commute, but I was on the highway, and the next exit would be a 20-minute round-trip to home and back. In addition to that, taking 20 minutes to get back to that point would mean an... Continue Reading →
Once again, I’m trying to adapt a story from the bar to accommodate Linda G. Hill’s twisted sense of humor and adventure. Her Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for today is: “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “letter.” Use it in your post or theme your post on any meaning of the... Continue Reading →
I was going to write a short post about how busy this weekend has been, but that sounds like a complaint, and there’s nothing to complain about. Well, there is one thing to complain about, but I’ve already done that, so I won’t bring it in here. The things that took my time this weekend... 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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Last Friday, I settled into a nice comfortable seat on AMTRAK’s Vermonter, getting ready to enjoy a six-hour ride home from Washington, D.C. I take the Vermonter because it’s a through train to my destination, meaning that I don’t have to change trains in New Haven, CT. Trust me, that’s huge. That means I can... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, I left Hartford’s Bradley Airport (BDL) for a 9-day journey. Sorry if that sentence (or this apology) sticks the Gilligan’s Island theme in your head. Unlike those castaways, my trip was cut short by a snowstorm. It worked out quite well. Instead of coming home through Iowa, after five days in Florida,... Continue Reading →