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

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Oops! I really did see a glamorous star!

But Ann Sothern wasn't in "My Friend Irma" - that was Marie Wilson, also a gorgeous, leggy blonde. Now I am uncertain whether the lady I saw that day was Ms. Sothern or the beautiful Marie Wilson - both were major stars in the early 1950s. If you Google these names, you can get a Wikipedia story and... Sign in to see full entry.

My Friend Irma

Friendship, friendship, it’s just the perfect blendship When other friendships have been forgot Ours will still be hot, wah-dah wallah wallah dis boom bah… To the best of my recollection, and without benefit of accompaniment, those are the words to the theme song for a very early TV show, perhaps... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Booths for Ladies

There was a bar in town, an uninspired village that had mushroomed in the wake of a big logging and mill operation that harvested the old growth timber from the nearby foothills. The mill established a cookshack at the junction of a logging road and a state highway, and a bunkhouse for the single... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Counting Coup: The Goddess Decade - Cont'd

Small Revision: inserts after the Roger sequence: At first I was in pieces, emotionally. Grief-filled. It was too late to find my soulmate: I’d turned fifty. Then Lucille in the Bursar’s office told me I was lucky. “The fifties are the goddess decade,” she said. “You’re done with the diapers and... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 1, 2015

Counting Coup:The Goddess Decade (Archive, 2003)

I woke up in my big double bed this morning, curled up on my right side, snuggled under the down comforter. I stretched my toes to the foot where the cool felt as sweet as a stream on a hot afternoon. The featherbed remembers, keeps a core of warmth waiting when I slip out for a minute, and welcomes... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Sick in Bed in the Woodbox

That's an expression Mom used sometimes when she was talking to her sisters or other adults and they'd ask her how she was. Sometimes I think life in this old world is totally illusion, a matter of perception. I mean, I remember the time we lived at the Y junction between Kennewick and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

John's school project.

I decided to take a peek. Turns out I'd seen this project in 1983 when he created it. He did all the typing, pretty good job of it, too. It's titled "The Shedding of the Leaves from the Poet Tree." His illustration on the front cover was a tree that filled the page, a kid raking leaves at the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 29, 2015

Finding a Sub

In light of my recent health issues, and a suspicion that things will get worse before they get better, I began to think I need to recruit a sub from among the writers at The Center. My first thought was Lois. She seems no-nonsense, straight-laced, and much of what she shares with us in focused and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Loving, Beautiful Packrat Teachers...

Sharon M. taught 8th Grade when my son John was a student at Mundane Middle School. He was a creative child, artistic in several ways - he could draw, liked to do fancy lettering and posters, he played cornet in the junior high band, and he wrote poems and stories. He took to schoolwork like a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Wednesday. Wow!

I'm so bored with myself I could run screaming out into traffic. Except there's no traffic now that St. B's school is out for the summer. No parade of mamas and papas in their SUVs, dropping little Mary and Johnny at 7:30 so they'll be in time for 8: a.m. mass. No hurry-up moms leading their... Sign in to see full entry.

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