Category Archives: REALITY

Not mine, but someone near and dear.  And this may sound odd, but I have found that blogging produces some real help when the call goes out. Does anyone out there have any experience with surgically removed benign tumors (regrown, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just to give you an idea of what’s on today’s (free day) agenda: FA Bank depositPO – taxes & Neha/make appt for passportGrocery – wraps, potatoes, chicken (?), rolls, half & half, Weds munchies, sodaComputer – email Alisa, Erica, Jess, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The earth is all forgiveness of neglect and lures me with its scents and sounds again.  Inside myself, I feel a hunger for the soil; physical, beyond the mind’s knowing what is needed to be done. Another day or two, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I don’t know why I didn’t believe that boxing was involved in this new "survivor for pay" show. I’m okay with war for good reason.  I’m okay with punching someone for calling yo mamma a …  I’ve never thought it … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Okay, c’mon, what’s the story? This reader has been at it going on a 3-day total of close to 20 hours now.  Either somebody really likes my writing, is laid-up and totally bored enough to do this, or translating Spinning … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Spent just about an hour this morning on campus, paper trimming "otto" that was so graciously printed out with such speed and perfection.  These guys are good–even the trimmer was pre-set for me at the right spot, and I was … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, I’ve done the matronly dress & jacket greeter/introducer bit, did the cool and with-it jeans and sport jacket upscale weblogger, did the baggy pants and oversized floral artsy-fartsy publisher, and now the wardrobe gets put back in storage for … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Man, I tried four times to title this entry, and just can’t put it into the right words. I’m feeling kind of a, well, like I guess you’d call it a Don Quixote syndrome.  I feel like I’m off tilting … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So it’s already after 9 am and I was supposed to be out of the house an hour ago, but here I am, all dressed up and on my hands and knees creeping down the hallway with my bifocals on, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The birds sing incessantly, insistently this early morning. As if in desperate search of the right trill of notes that will “open sesame” the black night curtain. They do not understand Daylight Savings Time of man, but the alarm clock … Continue reading → Continue reading →

But breeding shines through in the end.  Just raced home to finish up working on the presentation for tonight, and decided to clean the kitchen floor.  I think guilt that I won’t be home to enjoy the mess for the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Bloodshot eyes from computerizing, real bad lower back pain from standing all day, stiff neck from looking down, super-tired, and go a few more hours to put in. I wasn’t made for hard work–although I’ve done it all my life.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Busy, meticulous, nitpicky day today.  Picture framing and printing.  Not as tedious as it sounds when there’s only two things to concentrate upon.  And oh yes, a single April Fool’s Day joke based on storytelling skills. Still hard at work, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I spot the eagle, sitting lower in the old dead tree.  Maybe, as my husband says, he’s always been there, but I always looked for him in the topmost branches, as I go driving daily by.  Even an eagle, I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have never found the plaintive cry of the whipporwill to be a sad and lonely one, although it cuts the night alone without reply.  But it is happy, chirpy, persistant. This morning, though, the true sadness of the mourning … Continue reading → Continue reading →