Category Archives: REALITY

Material things are supposed to mean nothing.  But things represent people to me.  My mom’s Smith & Wesson 12" sewing scissors cut patterns and fabrics for all my childhood clothes.  My dad’s binoculars that provided me hours of invading the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes the lives do catch up with me, and the older ones primly and pointedly whisper responsibility, commitment or just  make an obvious hhmph. I ignore them as long as I can when I’m writing, but the stories they tell … Continue reading → Continue reading →

At Time Goes By, "Crabby Old Lady" lays out my future as well as her own and that of thousands of older workers.  On May 25th I shall receive an A.S. in English.  It may qualify me–maybe–to find a job … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Fell asleep and never wrote aboutthe Second Moroccan Crisis of 1911,nor found out who must leave Palau. Full of Eye of Bat, or Eye of Round and gravyfrom a committed Thursday night dinner with a lonely friend.  It used to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Late bloomer, like my daffodils that push their way up through a resistant shell of earth.  Planted deep, so much beneath the surface hidden yet strengthening the whole and keeping something for themselves within their core. Continue reading →

Just about done with one of four essays, and have discovered something about myself in the writing of it.  I am not of this time. The reason that I don’t particularly like history is because I seem to have no … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Where is the stairway to the first floor?  I can’t seem to find it. Continue reading →

Almost got flattened by a barn door this morning.  A big old thing on two rollers sliding on a rusted rail.  It keeps hopping off the track, one roller at a time; this time both. I truly almost became…a cartoon … Continue reading → Continue reading →

This is the “test” post I was trying to put up. The image is messed up since it went through many paths to get from program to program, computer to computer, to end up here. Interesting…a path for a path.

The bush beside my door is squeaking–maybe baby cardinals I think.  I picture them all snuggled in the warmth, awaiting the week when they will fly away.  Wrapped in my nest of robe I want to shake it free as … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sat on the back step this morning watching a Red-tailed Hawk watching me. I tried to think my way inside his head, wondering where I’d fly if I could transfer myself, my soul, into his feathers. He sat there on … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Rainwashed sky, clean and clear as background for the budding spring.  How long before we paint it red again? Continue reading →

Because I know, once "Still Life" is delivered, my history paper must be history or it will  not be finished.  Nothing has been such a tedious job as this particular essay on "Goodbye To All That."  The book was tedious, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sudden bursts of energy, as if semester’s end were a beginning and it’s no more than a step along the way.  So why? Ah yes, the deadline of it all. Continue reading →

Watching PBS, Strange Days on Planet Earth.  Learning about what’s happening by studying the frogs.  A male leopard frog found with eggs in his testes.  More anomalies.  Although I am not crazy about things that leap, it brings strong memories … Continue reading → Continue reading →