Another cloudy day, and I'm a bit cloudy too. Giving mental CPR to my best parts, trying to get them to come up for air ( Read more... )

Not with a bang but a whimper.

(From the bank account, that is. Still apropos, T.S.)

May not be going to the Port Townsend film festival this year, as $$$ and time are a problem. Of course, this'll be the year somebody cool like Paul Newman attends ( Read more... )

Ready to take a trip up Mount Pilchuck with the old man, a jaunt to atone for our screwy failed trip to Minnesota. The old Triumphs just can't cover the miles like they used to ( Read more... )

My best friend got married on Saturday; as best man, I trailed him all day playing Alfred to his Bruce Wayne. At one point, he noticed that I had come to enjoy barking the time to him every three minutes ( Read more... )

Almost time for vacation action...Dad points out that KP and I clash a lot on trips, trying to stir the pot & get some excitement. Sighhhh...the spirit of crazy Grandma M. is rarin' to go. This may well be the vacation that ends with me on the lam.

Now to get the whitewater reservations for the gang. This would be my chance to take out life insurance on everyone and clean up...but perhaps I've said too much...

In other news, Jesus came back today, but only because His favorite jeans were on sale.

Went down to Kitsap with the sister and the granny today to have lunch and visit Mom's grave. We did a bit of sprucing up, weeding and all...though we don't talk much about feelings of missing her, the act in itself is important and I hope to get us down there more often. In addition, figure I'll take initiative and clean a bit more when I'm down ( Read more... )

Existence drags on, when it should be leaping ( Read more... )

Silencio! Time for black and white dreams...