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Since I began this blog, my goal was to post something every day, Monday – Friday. Except for one (very busy and grandchild-filled) Wednesday, I’ve accomplished that goal. I have found that I have quite a few “Accidentally Human” stories (they seem to never end, so I’ve decided to go ahead and order the bubble-wrap suit, helmet and bedazzled “Fall Risk” jewelry), and I have … Continue reading Bloglettes
We take off in the pouring rain. Northern remnants of a tropical depression that flooded Houston just yesterday. I silently curse the clouds. Lifting above the storm, my mind wanders back to when I first met you. I think I was at my most damaged. Even though there was plenty of harm yet to be done, I was already a mess. Am I better now? … Continue reading Untitled
Dear Readers, I was just playing around with some settings and found the “password protected” setting. I was trying it out (there was no body to the blog) and didn’t realize it would send an email to all of my readers. I apologize, and now I feel I must write something worth reading. So how about a question. Riddle me this: Why is it in … Continue reading Oops!
My stomach growled. I hadn’t had anything to eat since the ants in my coffee. I know. You have questions. Hold your horses. So far, I was the only one up. I stretched my pajama-covered legs and swung them off the daybed. The sun was shining over my shoulders, and I paused to admire my freshly-pedicured toes. I grinned, remembering that the pedicure had … Continue reading Breathless
I was happy the cab driver took Central Park West. The park was full of people taking advantage of the last of the mild summer weather, and since I knew I probably wouldn’t be up this way again for awhile, I savored watching it out the window. I tilted my head back and watched the street numbers pass by. 63rd, Sesame Street. How I loved … Continue reading Go West, Young Woman
“Hey!” I heard a woman’s voice call out just as I got home from walking Cholula. I didn’t turn around (New York tip: don’t turn around when people yell “Hey!”). As I got to the stairs and was opening the door, I heard it again, “HEY!” Only this time it was closer. I had Lula in my arms and the door began to close behind … Continue reading After The Fire
The reason I’m in New York is to pet-sit three fur babies. My “glamorous New York life” went something like this last night: Fed the cats dinner. I was happy to see Edison eat, since he didn’t seem hungry at breakfast, and Edgar (the other cat) ended up eating both bowls of breakfast before I could stop him. The cats were finishing dinner while I … Continue reading Oh Rats!
The room looked so much bigger from the stage. It was empty now, but three hours earlier it had been filled with (I’m guessing) 700 people, all waiting to meet George Takei. I had been sitting in the second row from the back, and as we entered our third hour of waiting, George’s husband, Brad, strolled back to chat with us. There were about 8 … Continue reading Brad & George
