I am not an authentic person. After reading the 40 Habits of Highly Authentic People, it appears I don’t know any authentic people either. Things are crazy unauthentic in my world. Let me first say that I am a sucker for Top Ten or Five Keys to anything. I like stuff in bite size or with pretty…
The moon was beautiful last night, and glorious this morning. Full and beaming turned to gold soft light in the early hours and not for the first time in my life, I felt small. The moon is always on time, constant and present as it has been for years before me. It will continue on…
Sometimes I can’t breathe. It’s too much, too many, too fast and I can’t catch my breath. Most of the time I don’t see it coming, things are going along just fine and then all at once they are not. People close to me will say that they saw it, they knew, but I must…
Next week is Thanksgiving. I could write about the disgusting commercialism that is trying to rob me of my Thanksgiving season while thrusting me into bad pop Christmas carols, but that’s so several blog posts ago. Instead, it hailed. I walked Jack through his wash this morning. Smokey sky and cover-my-hands chilly. I almost didn’t go,…
Sometimes I’m just not sure there’s room for vanilla anymore. I understand the need for everyone to be represented, but I can’t even relate to most of the movies that are currently out. I’m either inundated with sappy stupid, or I find myself wondering when everything, everyone, became so cool and hip. I think it’s great if there are movies…
We are painting our house. Well, we aren’t painting it exactly. This really nice guy that bears an uncanny resemblance to the actor that played Shaggy in the Scooby Doo movies is painting our house. This little project is happening in three phases. Back of the house first, middle and front. It should be about a week…
I’m going to miss summer fruit. I live in the desert, so I never miss summer. I don’t look forward to her arrival and when summer leaves it takes all my lady-like manners not to flip her the bird. But her fruit, I love her fruit. Peaches, all the different kinds of plums, nectaries, blackberries and watermelon.…
Hormones, we need to talk. I understand that I needed you growing up. I appreciate that you helped create the stew that made my children. I’m glad you’ve kept things female and working all of these years, but lately you’ve changed. You’re unstable, I can’t rely on you and you make me cry. I’m done now. This is no longer a…
We have one of those flip out ironing boards in the laundry room. It’s on the wall across from the cat box and above the laundry basket area. We have two large mesh baskets and they fit neatly against the wall, under the illustration of a basketball hoop that’s hanging on the wall. Basketball hoop, laundry basket,…