"Homeless Frank" is officially no longer homeless. Three weeks ago he moved into low income housing and landed himself quite a nice apartment. It came partly furnished, and we filled in the rest with our excess furniture, dinnerware, appliances, linens, etc. The initial plan was that Frank would reclaim the room here that he occupied over the ( Read more... )

I was certain that, laid up after my fall down the stairs, I would be forced to write more, pour out my heart into LiveJournal. Now that my cast has been removed and I am ambulatory again, it surprises me that I composed practically nothing during that space in time. Perhaps meds are to blame, or my stubborn practice of avoiding writing when I am ( Read more... )

Overheard conversation:

A: " . . . so we walked for miles, completely lost, until we came across this railroad trellis . . ."

B (interrupting): ". . .trestle."

A: "What?"

B: "A 'trellis' is what you train plants to climb up on. You mean a railroad trestleA (angry): "You know, you do this all the time! You are always correcting me! You just love ( Read more... )

As I mentioned in my entry of November 8, 2003, my very straight good friend and personal hero, Jake, is a magnificent date. Today he took the day off from work to chauffer me to my doctor appointment, during which I was told I am healing nicely. When we were back in the car, Jake turned to me with a gleam in his eye. "Are you up for a little ride ( Read more... )

( Do This If You're Bored and Have Some Time ... Cut and Paste, Then Highlight the Books You've Read )

... or, "I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up"
... or, "Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall"
... or, "Living Alone Can Be Dangerous to Your Health"Last Thursday I took myself on a wee bit of a tumble. The runner at the top of my stairs has been loose, and I've been meaning to get it fixed ... well, you can guess the rest. In a hurry to run an errand, I ( Read more... )

This image was taken from the balcony of my room at the Radisson Bahia Mar Hotel in Fort Lauderdale on Sunday afternoon, March 28.


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Roatán, one of the trio of Bay Islands that sits 30 miles north of Honduras, is a sleepy, underdeveloped little port in the Caribbean, clearly attempting to gain a foothold in the tourist industry. Walking a quarter of a mile in either direction from the pier, the pavement gives way to dirt roads, which, after a rain, turns quickly into a grayish- ( Read more... )

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I'm not exactly drunk, but I am a bit tipsy ... too much wine at dinner ( Read more... )