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So Not Wordless Wednesday

  • Solsticeness

    I know the rest of the world seems to believe that Memorial Day is the kick off for summer, but somehow, the whole idea of that particular holiday kicking off anything has never quite sat right with me. Call me… Continue reading

  • The effect of Paradise and marine layers on golf.

    I think by now you know that I have a “maybe like – sorta meh” relationship with this palm-laden place I begrudgingly refer to as Paradise. I know that there are many cities I could live that pale in comparison… Continue reading

  • Through my new lens…

    It’s interesting, this new writing venue of mine, no longer in our office since my mother’s taken up residence there. My used to be vanity is now my desk, positioned in front of one of my bedroom windows, allowing me… Continue reading

  • Swooning in FoodLand

    It’s May 28th…the end of the month. And you know what that means, right? I made dessert to match my blog. Nice, huh? Sort of glows? I’m in Foodland, and we’re all woozy on Opera cake right now. I haven’t… Continue reading

  • Sometimes you feel like a dork…sometimes you don’t.

    This would be one of those times. You know. Where you realize it seems like you were pandering. Not you. Me. I was pandering. Pandering for attention. But I wasn’t. And now I feel like it seems as if I… Continue reading

  • Obama the Dream Boat?

    One of the entertaining aspects of being completely incapable of getting a good night’s sleep these days is being able to remember the dreams I have. I’m actually awake long enough to acknowledge them, think about them, and give each… Continue reading

  • Unfocusedness

    I figured it was time for one of my ADD posts. It should match my brain about now. So much for Wordless Wednesday, right? Le Blog: The orange is so not staying so hold on to your shorts. But I… Continue reading

  • Gullibility and a Strong Core

    In case you were wondering, I’m alive. I did go out on a couple of early morning walks this week, smartly attired in my plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. By the time Thursday rolled around, though, I was… Continue reading

  • Whoa.

    It’s not easy to put in full work days after you’ve been sort of retired for more than a year. If I didn’t know it before, I know it now: I am not a spring chicken. I may have been… Continue reading

  • Needing Company in Any Form

    When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was… Continue reading