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

Thursday, August 24, 2017

YOU IDIOM!

We use ‘em all the time – idioms, that is. According to the Oxford dictionary that lives on the shelf near my printer, an idiom is a group of words that has a different meaning from the words themselves. “Over the moon” doesn’t literally translate to what the cow did in the nursery rhyme. It means... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

WHAT'S NEW, PUSSYCAT?

“The times, they are a-changin’,” As Bob Dylan used to sing. His lyric just seems to fit the theme of today’s pondering. Yesterday a woman named Mary came into The Center to drop off a donation – books and puzzles left over from her yard sale. She didn’t recognize me, and I didn’t make a point of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Eclipse Report

No total darkness here in Quiet Town, but the street lights came on, cicadas started singing, bunny rabbit came out from under the deck, and the most amazing thing - the maple leaves formed crescent shadows on my sidewalk, a crescent that moved as the moon did. Wow. A friend told me those crescents... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 21, 2017

ECLIPSE

Maybe it’s just me, but this past month has been ironic on so many levels. Up close and personal, I shut down the Thursday Write Your Own Story sessions because I was so tired of trying to come up with something interesting, new and in tune with our goal autobiographic writing. And I miss them like... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Pondering the existential

It seems we’re all so flawed and crazy, so changeable – we’re clouds on a breezy day, looking first like one thing, and then like another, drifting every which way or bumping into a sudden chill and dropping in formless liquidity through the thin air until we find the thick, the rock-solid, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 18, 2017

This 'n That in "Quiet Town"

Finally went over to pay a condolence call on my neighbor yesterday. Watched for one of their relatives to park in the driveway so I'd know they weren't trying to catch 40 winks... Their son from California was there, driving his sister's vehicle - It's the red jeep that had been a frequent visitor.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Sorry, Blogit Friends

Thanks to the after-Charlotesville, VA events in NYC and Washington DC, I don't have the oomph to focus on something light or interesting. I've retreated to my La-Z-Boy and bought a couple big fat skeins of yarn. I'll be counting stitches and biding time. I did buy a pair of those pressure socks and... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Petty Theft, and other petty things

Got up cranky and late after a long night of little sleep and a sense there’s a disturbance in the force. Told myself I’d feel better once I got to The Center. The three pot-stirrers were gathered at their table, heads together over Pinochle, whispering behind their hands as others walked past them.... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

PUBLISHED HERE WITH PERMISSION

FAMILY TREE The leaves of this tree are its glory, its memories -- Curling now, and deepening. Spring’s breezy ways and summer’s windy days Are never forgotten, even in this season when all leaves Hang heavy, waiting for the rain, and the fall. The limbs of this tree are the parents – Though... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 14, 2017

THURSDAY – NOT TUESDAY – AT THE CENTER

Last Tuesday during my usual shift at The Center’s front desk, Theresa asked me if I could sub on Thursday afternoon. She assured me Thursdays are always quiet. I said I’d do it. Thursday started off slow. The Pinochle players were busy in the meeting room, I brewed a fresh pot of decaf, mainly to... Sign in to see full entry.

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