Camping In
I feel like a squatter in my own home. But what else makes sense? I have power (heat), a gas …
I feel like a squatter in my own home. But what else makes sense? I have power (heat), a gas …
I’ve stopped asking ” What ELSE could possibly go wrong?” Because the answer is always right there waiting to leap …
Forrest Gump was right, you know. Life is like a box of chocolates, and I’ll be dipped if I’m not …
If it weren’t for Blossom, dearie, loitering on the nest all day, I wouldn’t have a flat tire. She seems …
Life in the Slow Lane continues apace. A bruising pace, that is…the operative word is bruising. Let me explain. As …
This is serious, folks. I am about to take a big plunge into the not-very-well-known. I take it back–I’m not …
My head is full of flotsam and jetsam at the moment, so I figure the best way to disgorge it …
Yes, folks, I now have a Phlog. It’s called “The Meandering Matriarch Peers Through a Phloggy Lens.” A Phlog, in …
I don’t wish to be soppy here, but this is the view I woke up to about 5 a.m. …
I’m feeling rather chirpy this morning. The reason is that I’ve just been sitting in my favorite chair, as I …