I've started emptying my junk mail folders in my e-mail accounts everyday, sometimes multiple times a day, as spam tends to land frequently (Dearest One; Your Winning Lottery Number; Mrs. Aura Ortiz needs your urgent reply). It give me a fabulous, albeit fleeting, false sense of accomplishment, control and well being.
I would say, "Don't send a bull in to rearrange the china shop."
I am sad.I am sad that people, Old people,Parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters,Uncles and auntsLive out their dying days in nursing homes.I am sad thatMr. James walks up and down the corridorsAlarm attached to his anklePushing on...Show More Summary
The White Museumby George BilgereMy aunt was an organ donorand so, the day she died,her organs were harvestedfor medical science.I suppose there must be peoplewho list, under "Occupation,""Organ Harvester," people for whomit is always...Show More Summary
Egads. How will I ever be able to read all the books I'm interested in? I'm reading two excellent books, right now - "The Experience of Alzheimer's Disease", by Steven R. Sabat, wonderfully in depth, thoughtful, informative; and Parker...Show More Summary
Cappy gave Julia a bonsai seed. Maggie decided to get one too so their bonsai trees could grow up together. Today, Julia's bonsai was getting a bit of sun and air in the lobby of her building and it went missing. Kidnapped, says, Julia. Julia joked that panic has set in. I say sadness has ensued.
From the NY Times article about Nina Kuzma-Sapiejewska, a classical pianist who is an expert on Chopin - “We lived in a log cabin in Falls Church, Va.,” she said. “And then a dear friend crashed into my relationship and stole my husband, and the house became infested with bees and I had to move.”
When I checked my e-mail this morning, Chris had sent me a link to an article from the NYTimes, Get Outta the Way -- We're Dancing Here By Tony Hiss, published January 31, 1998. Here's a bit of it:Walking is New York -- a defining characteristic that has kept us a step ahead of other cities. Show More Summary
What She Was Wearingby Denver Butsonthis is my suicide dressshe told himI only wear it on dayswhen I'm afraidI might kill myselfif I don't wear ityou've been wearing itevery day since we methe saidand these are my arson glovesso youShow More Summary
Love PoemWhen you fall in love,you jockey your horseinto the flaming barn.You hire a cabinon the shiny Titanic.You tease the black bear.Reading the Monitor,you scan the obituarieslooking for your name. "Love Poem" by Donald Hall, from White Apples and the Taste of Stone: Selected Poems 1946-2006. © Houghton Mifflin Company, 2006.
Are you in love with her, I asked.No, she said. She uses too many adjectives.Superlatives or descriptors, I asked.Both, she said.Oh, I nodded. I see.
See more Jack Black videos at Funny or Die Jeri Ann called today and asked me what I thought of Prop 8 - The Musical. Er, I haven't seen it, I said. What I meant was, I haven't heard of it. So she sent me this link.
For Buy Nothing Day:The 10 Commandments Of BuylessnessAs Revealed To Reverend BillyTHOU SHALTForgive people, yourself and everybody else. We all shop too much.THOU SHALTKnow your Devil. Shoppers are only dancing in the land of ten thousand ads. Show More Summary
How will you be spending Buy Nothing Day? Perhaps with the Reverend Billy?
Kara sent me a link to this. Where are the crazy ladies of Arlington when I need them?
Lessonsby Pat SchneiderI have learnedthat life goes on,or doesn't.That days are measured outin tiny incrementsas a woman in a kitchenmeasures teaspoons of cinnamon, vanilla, or half a cup of sugarinto a bowl.I have learnedthat moments...Show More Summary
I finally got them. Converse. Will people think I'm as smart and cute as Rachel Maddow now?
It was winter. Julia was six. She'd been climbing on snow mountains, flying down from the top with glee. Snow mountains, in case you're not from an urban area, are built by trucks sent out by the city at the hint of snow. Since it'sShow More Summary
I stopped blogging a while back. I had to. Not enough time. Although it was fun and a lovely way to keep in touch with friends and family, it began to feel self-indulgent. I had to get back to the work of work and job of life, etc. Until today.Late afternoon. Show More Summary
Anonymous, aka, Kristara (I know it's you.) penned her description of our house in the following comment to my August 18 post. Sweating bullets...no breeze. no a.c.balls of cat fur stick to fabric like velcro....wafts of dirty dog dander.kittie litter speckled socks. Show More Summary