Haven't been on this blog in 4ever! But it reminded me that Rosemarie's birthday is coming. She is a dear and one likes to keep in touch. But how do I navig8 this site after all this X?

It's almost over. We're coming down the home stretch. Yesterday a (republican) friend said he thought the tone of the VP debate was borderline disrespectful on the part of the sitting (democratic) vice president. Since I hadn't seen it, I had to rely on my DH for the rundown. He said the discussion was animated. I observed that the role of the ( Read more... )

When you popped out at precisely the time, the Stones song began resonating through my fevered brain, "Get me on Flight Number 505." And with no idea of my destination, I hauled you to the North Woods of Washington State away from the distant dad who continued to burrow into his loneliness and isolation, so much so that he gives the word 'hermit' ( Read more... )

The play was weird! A man, his wife, and a hat. He puts on this hat, gets a goofy expression on his face, dances around. His wife doesn't have a hat, is jealous of it, takes it when she leaves him. The walls talk (and words project). Everyone has a Russian accent, even the wall of truth Greek chorus. In the beginning, a young woman sits at a table ( Read more... )

Whenever it's going to fall, I have the option of emptying buckets that catch rain from the roof. It's a chore. Five gallons is a lot for someone my age. So I dump a gallon out and schlepp a little less to the pond, mostly, but also to trees awaiting renewal. We have gophers, which I'm told provide deep aeration of the soil horizon, and that's a ( Read more... )

I don't know how much of a friend I am being, kvetching about this so-called friend. Maybe she's more of a project. She has deep depression, went to the doctor after four (4) days without certain essential meds, and was suicidal. They hospitalized her, the nurse called, I came, brought her car to the emergency room, then found out that they were ( Read more... )

My SIL invited us to have Christmas dinner at their house last minute. Frankly, I would have gone to the barrio for their feast, and took them the dal dish afterward because vegetarians have it hard at the holidays. Everything is meat-based. Nevertheless, the fam filled two tables. Him yielded to pressure to sit at the head table while I sat at the ( Read more... )

I think dealing with food is a sacred trust, but the people in charge are so fixated on what the public sees. They talk a good game, people need to have dignity, but act very differently. Petitioners aren't helpless and hopeless. Sure, anyone feels degraded to ask for food, but a lot of people who get stuff turn around and give back things they can ( Read more... )

I have been helping twice a week at the Food Bank. Maybe that is overkill, but it seemed like they need someone who can keep a consistent semblance of order in the back room. One guy is steady, but a lot of people say he's angry and reactive. Funny, but I like the guy. He comes in, does his job, and doesn't raise sand. Today the Ice Queen asked ( Read more... )

It's an old term, holpen. It comes from a Christmas Carol, "Noel," that has a lotta runs in it and we used to try to sing it for the Pageant at Grossmont High School. The lyrics go, "Sing we clear, holpen are all folk on earth, born is God's son so dear," followed by all the Noels. Well, today, I was at loose ends because we had two big events that ( Read more... )