Every once in a while a day comes along that's less than ideal: it's rainy, it's cool, it's foggy. The kind of day better suited to gills than lungs. Everything is wet and inhospitable, but if you've no pressing demands, it's undeniably perfect. Today is that day. Having absolutely nothing better to do, I spent … Continue reading : how to spend a rainy day :
Category: life
The stuff that happens unnecessarily.
: hallelujah, I’ve risen :
If that smacks of blasphemy or egomania, I apologize, because I was aiming for disbelief. You see, late last week I rose from the toilet like a phoenix. I did. I rose right up, under my own power, with no aid or assistance from the dreaded and humiliating toilet arms. I freely admit a toilet … Continue reading : hallelujah, I’ve risen :
: so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
Well, it has finally and officially come to this, my final post as The Whirly Girl. And you know what? The occasion feels a lot less Von Trapp family than Whitesnake — ‘And here I go again on my own, Going down the only road I’ve ever known …’ Although letting go is hard, doing … Continue reading : so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu :
: running on empty :
I woke up this morning exhausted after nine hours of something that wasn’t sleep. There was nothing refreshing about it, nothing restorative. It was all bad dreams and worrisome thoughts, tossing and turning. But that’s what the double whammy of a wildly spreading contagion + corrupt government does to you: it upends your life. Somewhere … Continue reading : running on empty :
: the most annoying sound :
It’s summertime, doors and windows are wide open to the fresh air and lilting melody of life being lived. Sweet sounds like birdsong and church bells and the whirring stutter of lawn sprinklers compete with — and are drowned out by — the piercing screech of sirens, screaming motorcycles, and pounding bass. While irritating, those … Continue reading : the most annoying sound :
: pardon our mess and thank you :
Gassing protesters isn’t so much a sign of strength as it is a sign of fear and retaliation. Retaliation for what, you ask. Well, for the high crime of not exalting Mr. Trump. Those mean protesters scared him straight into the White House basement and they wouldn't go away. Not even after he turned the … Continue reading : pardon our mess and thank you :
