Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Saturday, May 1, 2010

"A misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather,..." Shame on me, I don't know who wrote this old nursery rhyme, but as it's foggy and mysterious out there, it just seems to fit the day. "It's May, it's May, the darling month of May, the month when all the boys and girls go blissfully astray,"... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Close encounter in the soft drinks aisle...

The old woman was dressed in dark clothes, long sleeves, neat skirt nearly to her ankles, nice black oxfords, her silver streaked hair pulled neatly back into a bun. She wore no makeup, moved decisively, and the little boy with her was obedient and polite. Made me think of the Italian grandmothers... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

George's Thumb...

I believe I shared that story with you several months ago. Old George lived next door when I was a kid, and he was a purveyor of tall tales. He'd hunker down in his wooden rocking chair, we kids would gather in a circle on the linoleum, and he'd talk us back to those thrilling days of yesteryear. So... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Falling out of love

Sign on the front of an internet cafe, Capitol Hill, Seattle: I'm still very much in love with that first, false image I had of you... It’s weird how it happens. That perfect match you fell in love with, your Mr. Right, morphs somehow into someone else. Over time he falls out of love and into... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 26, 2010

It's all a horse race after all...

I had this lunch date with Sol, a kind of high-level truce negotiation. We walked the three blocks from the college to a lunch joint on Broadway where they bake their own artisan bread and brew the soup from scratch. The outer wall was exposed brick, the woodwork dark and lovingly restored. There... Sign in to see full entry.

Both Sides Now... (an old song)

It just may be that I've gotten all I can from Mundane. All the character studies I've shared with my friends on Blogit are beginning to repeat -- because I'm seeing all the same old characters. Stories about what the handyman doesn't accomplish -- old stuff. The ingratitude of selfish children --... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Spring Dance

You know it's spring when tornadoes dance across the plains and prairies, take out mobile homes, un-shingle schoolhouses, twist trees and snap them like match sticks before their leaves are fully furled. We "knew" it was coming a couple weeks ago when the daytime temps reached high into the 80s for... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Website for writers

Check out Zoetrope: All Story online. Frances Ford Coppola set up a fiction magazine a few short years ago, tabloid shape and style, printed on newsprint. These days it's standard magazine size, but that's the only thing about it that fits in the standard "magazine" box. The art is unique, designed... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 23, 2010

About rejection slips

It's one of those things most of us didn't know when we first send our beautiful mind babies out for the approval of editors and publishers: the one who opens the mail is probably an English major who's working her way up to editor. She gets paid to open hundreds of submissions every week, read the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wheeling and Dealing...

Last night I helped this rookie realtor land her first sale. We prepped and showed this house, sat at a table and talked about location, location, location. The buyer was thrilled, the seller got a good price, and then we all sat around sipping drinks and talking about the turnaround. The economy's... Sign in to see full entry.

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