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

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Thursday, February 27, 2014

Writers Without Borders...

Met with the gals last night. Chris is working out the background and characters for a cozy mystery, plans to do a chapter a week from May 1 to Thanksgiving. I imagine a character like Jessica Fletcher, but Chris says her story will involve a university campus, a science teacher, and a bookstore -... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Ch-ch-ch-changes... or not

The art of waiting for the opportune time to do something did not come naturally. Taking little prep steps is such a useful talent, but you have to learn to be deliberate and take one step at a time if you're an impulsive, just do it kid. There's so much we tangle up when we jump on something that... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

The Teabaggers are At It Again

Some jerk in Illinois (and jerk's only half a word) is already running his mouth about how nobody's riding herd on the "professional" politicians here, and how when he gets to Springfield that's gonna change "big time." I mentioned the ad to a friend at the Center the other day, and he said that's... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Bathroom Reading

Someone once told me those short anecdotes in "Reader's Digest" are deliberately written to the exact length of time it takes a bathroom reader to finish his business. Kind of puts a dent in the writer's ego to think of his deathless prose being read while the reader is on the can. "I think that I... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

A chat with mother - part 2

She said she'd never had cancer. I said yes you did, don't you remember?... "That was what I told everyone, but it wasn't true. The truth was, I was raped. Afterward I found out I was pregnant, and I had to get out of town." "Why didn't you tell the police?" "They'd never have believed me. Times... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

A chat with Mother...

It was June 1982 - I was nervous as a cat. Mother was coming for a visit. Her second visit since she'd come out to help with my firstborn in the fall of 1956. She was always welcome, we wrote letters (I admit I was neglectful in that regard) but for her to spend money on travel just for the helluvit... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Every Which Way the Wind Blows

Odd weather the last couple of days had me standing at the kitchen window, fascinated as I waited for my coffee to brew. It takes a minute or two to register that something really odd is going on out there. Then I went to the door and stood watching, just to be sure I wasn't imagining things. It's... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Things you don't - ever - tell your kids

Stunts you pulled, things you got away with when you were a kid: you never want to tell your own darling adorable children about them. No sense giving them ideas. It was bad enough - all the stuff they came up with on their own. How did those bike tire tracks get on the ceiling? I asked when I got... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Giving Myself a Good Talking-To...

If you read me yesterday you could tell I was in a snit. Not just a bad mood, but a major hissy fit. I let myself fall into a pattern of "ain't it awful" thinking about what schmucks people can be. And I'd read something online about how the football franchises are considered non-profit... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Games, games games

Superbowl eleventy nine or whatever number this last one was. It cost a working class guy two month's pay to attend the game and sit in the cheap seats, assuming he makes $15 - $20 an hour or so. The cost of attending the Olympics has long-since been a way of weeding out the pikers. We may enjoy the... Sign in to see full entry.

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