Category Archives: REALITY

Cool September crisp evening air this last week of summer’s August.  Thinking of jeans this morning with uncut-off bellbottom legs.  Thinking of how I have always wanted long legs, a lamp post instead of a fire hydrant feel.  In my … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The past couple of days have caught me in the middle of a sad legal battle, so when I came home and found Mark’s honest critique on my Literature post  as well as a brouhaha on Marginal Revolution and Econlog … Continue reading → Continue reading →

What is the meaning of sunshine, green grass and flowers?  What do they cost in a life?  Taking stock of all, where do they sit in the grand portfolio–are they up there on top with the rugs and the couches … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Last evening I noticed a flutter at the feeder and thought it to be a very hungry bird that tried to get the seeds from inside the feeder out of reach.  He hustled back and forth a while and then … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Oh I do love small victories, and this one turned into a big one for lotsa little folk like me. A couple years ago I was a payment behind on my SBC yellow page advertising for the frameshop.  I usually … Continue reading → Continue reading →

From the north hills country to the shore, spots along the way I’ve been before.  Route 8 south, first exit down the Rod & Gun Club, next where Louis lived–he’s now married and in Virginia.  Next one down my father-in-law, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well that was kind of neat.  We were just sitting out back after a lovely pork roast and gravy dinner (done on the grill) and admiring the coral pink and aqua sky of sunset that slowly faded to colorless dusk.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There is a strange pleasure in being forced to switch gears because of a sudden change in a routine.  Shortly aften ten last night the electricity went off.  My husband was already asleep, but I was left in the dark … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Life is made up of moments.  Today the punk hummingbird has turned into a little man; his feathers smoothed down, he has lost his angry look.  A necklace of coral beads catches the sun to shine with an intensity that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, down from my lofty literary position for a moment and back to earth as a sweaty picture framer and boring person. It’s hotter than hell outside, and my shop is not being adequately cooled by the little air conditioner … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Spiked coiffure, rag-tag clothes that hang and shed, orange chain links in lieu of ruby cravat; the young punk hummingbird asserts himself. Continue reading →

Hot desert air blown in from a foreign land teases, tempts me with exotica.  Cotton twists into finest silk laying light upon my skin that browns beneath a laughing sun.  And blue-black crows like iridescent peacocks strut their colors. Continue reading →

I had heard about it but didn’t really pay attention.  Then I got a chance to see it for myself because no one was switching channels: "Kept"?  Jerry Hall, former wife of Mick Jagger, is actually going through the reality … Continue reading → Continue reading →