Category Archives: REALITY

Happy Easter.  No strings attached. I came across a holiday greeting on a weblog this morning that’s started to eat away at me: Happy Easter, to those of you who still celebrate it. Still?  Is there a reason implied here … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So why are all my Easter eggs blue and green?  Because I’m clever and frugal.  I use the little bottles of food dye and you know, they come in a 4-pack of red, yellow, green and blue.  Well the red … Continue reading →

In thinking of Easter and little kids and rabbits (my favorite commercial right now is the one with the parents looking out their window at all the kids happily running all over the yard in search of Easter goodies and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Normally I dodge these things, but for Squip at Dusting My Brain, I’ll do it: Which is your one favourite weblog and why? Metaxucafe because it is a gathering place for writers; a shortcut to view all aspects of all … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So each Easter holiday shows changes, just as Christmas, birthdays.  Children grow, get bigger, bigger, pop open to replace those missing around the table with new little people cracking eggs and delighting elders if they love the milk and vingegar … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Mentally singing this song from the late Waylon Jennings’ CD, Cowboys, Sisters, Rascals and Dirt.  Balancing the shop checkbook I see that a deposit didn’t show up on the statement.  Heading to the bank to make another and discuss this, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I just love this, the concept, the execution:  Hannimals (via Leaves of Grass) Art by Mario Mariotti.  (Thanks to Ronni at Time Goes By.) Continue reading →

I listened very hard in all directions, but still I did not hear an outraged cry of discrimination nor ethnic slander against Comcast’s Slowskis.  Why not, I wonder, though I am only second generation American-born.  My roots came through the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I wonder if this wouldn’t solve some problems:  Line the borders with airstrips.  Allow immigrants who sorely need good jobs to board direct flights to Asia, India, wherever.  They get their dream of American jobs and the U.S. isn’t hammered … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It shouldn’t happen this way.  A man works hard all his life, sometimes holding down three jobs to provide for a family of five kids.  Losing a spouse within a year after his retirement.  As if that matters; it happens … Continue reading → Continue reading →

…of attack.  The war wages on, and the General plots out her strategy.  Battles have been won and battles have been lost, and just like in the trenches of the Western Front of WW II, the positions change very little.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It is no secret that for the past few years I have focused a good part of my time and my mind on the learning of dying, and of course, the learning of living in that the two are inseparable.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

See, you couldn’t make this stuff up.  If I wrote it into a story I’d be called out on it.  I wasn’t even going to post this but it’s why I spent my day bouncing off walls, praying for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

It was a day of accomplishment, and yet a day of reckoning.  I accomplished my father-in-law’s taxes, laundry, binding, framing, bills, visiting the sick, comforting the itchy-backed (el espouso).  I reckoned a bit, and then some more.  I reckon much … Continue reading → Continue reading →