No, that wasn’t one of my typographical faux pas. I’ve spent the last half hour trying to find that word. I’m back at home now, and it is supposed to be raining, according to this morning’s forecast. It’s not. It’s just incredibly humid, and I just went for my walk, or at least half of… Read More Nekdify
I sat down to write my blog and didn’t want to twaddle on about my job situation (which hasn’t changed), and ended up writing a poem instead (Psychodrabble), which wasn’t going to be a poem, a stream of consciousness (not conscience, as in the poem), where I go on and on without a pause or… Read More Maelstrom
I was going to work on FA until dinnertime, but I decided to post the next chapter instead. Now, it is raining outside, hailing, actually. There have been storms off and on all afternoon, and there are supposed to be more tomorrow. Today was a running day, real running, outside in the heat. It wasn’t… Read More All hail!
I must be hungry because today’s poem was about food, not necessarily good food, just food from when I was a kid. I waxed nostalgic over my mother’s cooking, which was never good, but always good enough. It was strange that she never inherited the cooking genes from her father, who introduced us to all… Read More Nostalgia
I’m locked up … locked down … whatever you call it. We now have a stay at home order, so I’m a prisoner in my own house. Yes, I can go out for essential things like food, but I haven’t stepped out the front door since Saturday, or the back door. I haven’t been student-facing… Read More Throw away the key
Don’t worry. I have spring allergies, and tree pollen, my nemesis, is spiking. I walk out the door, I sniffle. Early in the day, late in the day. I’m fine in the middle. We had the first cases of CV in our area yesterday, but out in the distant suburbs. A family of seven. They… Read More Sniffles
I can barely remember the last time I ate a donut. So long ago that Google doesn’t recognize my spelling. The beginning of time? Actually, I snarfed a couple two Sundays ago. Before that? A couple of days before Dad’s funeral. One of my sibs bought some assorted mini-donuts. I think the chocolate ones were… Read More Donut Obsession
I’m very accepting. I write what comes to me. I accept it. Sometimes I have second thoughts, and they are usually right. I accept that some of what I write is very second rate, yet other pieces are inspired. Sometimes, my second thoughts will turn something second rate into something inspired. Sometimes, I leave it… Read More Acceptance
It’s happened again. Someone read the title of one of my pieces and liked it. Then they read it and unliked it faster than a horse’s ass. So what is that phrase? Faster than a horse’s ass. Yes, I’ve heard that used. The correct phrase is “straight from the horse’s ass,” although a horse’s ass… Read More Unlike me
Today I got my writing in early. An Ezzie episode for tomorrow morning and a haiku. I’m still hoping to write something for EJO, but it’s getting late, and I’m tired. I have a cold and it is cold outside. Pizza for dinner: a Wholefoods artisan bakery special – well, pepperoni. That’s the only kind… Read More Spluttering, cheeks, and a slice of pizza
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