Narrating, narrating, narrating everything out loud to myself in the kitchen while I wipe down the counters and get the last few dishes squared away ( Read more... )

Here we go a-culling people from the past. What will we find? Probably not what the little motor driving this habit is hoping for. But maybe something interesting, anyway.

I drove her to Mc Menamin's for a burger and a beer and a chat. She wasn't happy about going to California and leaving the drippy Northwest. Wasn't excited to leave her well-tended garden, full of lettuce and tomatoes and mâche (which she knows I love best ( Read more... )

What a weekend. Why can't they all be four days long ( Read more... )

When left to her own devices for extended periods of time, the silence turns to tears, which dry and dissipate. But never mind that, because in their wake, something shiny and new is born. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a product. It involves a vintage red dress and a very large petticoat. It's not a sane product. And this is good. More to ( Read more... )

I am completely insane, now. It has happened. I'm like one of those crazy artists who become hermits and shrink away into oblivion. However, I have no actual product. My insanity is my product.

Well, what do you know. It's still clear out. And the clouds are pink again. Red sky at night is a whole different story.

These autumn days, we're spoiled (and I'm astonished) by wide-open clear skies. But this morning there's a hint of pink in the clouds. And, as the sailors say, a morning red sky quietly announces something ominous hovering below the horizon.

Missed my jog today. Didn't get the daily dose. And now am reduced to staring at air, hoping there's enough oxygen between the white curtains in the bottom of the claw-foot ( Read more... )

Ugh I'm looking in the wrong places.