So Not Wordless Wednesday

  • Kickstarting a new routine

    Mid-week taking stock of things reveals I’m here and for the third day in a row, writing.  And clearly, writing here means I’m not writing my book, but it’s not going anywhere.  It will be much better waiting for me… Continue reading

  • To write, or not to write…

    I’ve learned that where I write has just as much to do with whether I write than anything else.  Where as in sitting in front of my Mac instead of outside on my tree shaded patio complete with morning cup… Continue reading

    To write, or not to write…
  • Waste of a morning in 20 easy steps

    Just a dose of my “business” life so far this morning — a not quite wordless Wednesday. An ad agency responded to my recent inquiry regarding use of their ads.  They’ve approved me, but I’ve been delaying taking next steps… Continue reading

  • Getting the mail

    I realize with a start that it’s been a while since I’ve been out to get the mail.  A while as in days.  Remnants of past mail piles have been disbursed from their less than attractive spot on the dining… Continue reading

  • Dawdling

    It’s Wednesday.  Remember Wordless Wednesdays? Once upon a time, while many others were busy posting an image or a cartoon to take a bit of a blogging break midweek, I was busy finding excuses about why I wasn’t wordless and… Continue reading

  • Wednesdays and Looking Forward

    It’s Wednesday and I’m nearly wordless.  Nearly wordless for someone like me is about as quiet as I get.  I’m tired.  It’s odd that with acceptance, energy is devoted nearly 100 % to doing what one has to do.  Evenings… Continue reading

  • Fooled

    Do you ever have days where you’re up early and feel as if you can do just about anything?  That was me today with the sun not more than a glow behind the mountains and everyone still fast asleep.  But… Continue reading

  • Comfort and Limitations

    It’s dark when the alarm goes off and my husband hits the snooze button to squeeze a few more precious minutes of sleep from his restless night.  I lay there not quite wanting to open my eyes and tentatively move… Continue reading

  • The Things We Keep

    Yesterday I tackled the garage, and although I’m far from being done, I’m satisfied with the progress I’ve made.  It’s  a jumble of items you’d expect to find in a garage: a fairly recent deposit of my kitchen overflow;  remnants… Continue reading

  • Carly Simon and Memories about Choices

      Yesterday was a marathon of driving from one end of the county to the opposite and in weather more conducive to July than November.  To be more accurate, it’s cooler in July here than it has been the last… Continue reading

    Carly Simon and Memories about Choices