Yes, we’re on the backside of summer. Yes, upsetting nonsense keeps happening. And, yes, we’re weary. But, cheer up, buttercups. Better days are headed our way. A whole bunch of them, one right after another, like a convoy of happy. They’ll be here any day now — or soon, at least. I promise. Look at … Continue reading : better days ahead :
: to recogitate :
On first sight, I read recogitate as regurgitate and winced. There’s something truly off-putting about the word regurgitate, don’t you think? But, come to find out, there’s something equally off-putting about the word recogitate. The meanings are frightfully similar. Regurgitate = to spit something out that was partially digested. Recogitate = to think over again. In … Continue reading : to recogitate :
: who should I believe :
My eyes or common sense? I’m suspicious of both, since neither one is reliable. See, I recently received a couple of ‘likes’ on my twitter account from someone purporting to be David Letterman. Remember him? The guy from Late Night — Stupid Pet Tricks, Top Ten lists, Larry “Bud” Melman — that David Letterman, the … Continue reading : who should I believe :
: the thoughts of a neutrino :
That’s me. I’m the neutrino, which is Italian for ‘little neutral one’ and science describes as a little whisp of almost nothing. Add bad hair and that’s me to an absolute t. However, in the grand scheme of things, doesn’t it seem as if we’re all turning into neutrinos? I mean, we’re incredibly abundant critters, … Continue reading : the thoughts of a neutrino :
: a bloody good time :
Guess what I did this morning. I gave blood. It’s one way I can be helpful. So, with spring having arrived, I decided to walk to the Red Cross for my appointment and actually arrived early. Minus my I.D. So I walked back home, grabbed my driver’s license, and walked right back again. To my … Continue reading : a bloody good time :
: an unexpected battleground :
Remember when we used to get on an elevator and everyone stared straight ahead? In awkward, uncomfortable silence? I do. I miss those days, they were good times. Quiet, peaceful, we all minded our own business then. Or pretended to. Sure, there was an occasional sneer. A heavy sigh or two of impatient disgust. A … Continue reading : an unexpected battleground :
: my new happy place :
Is none other than — drum roll, please — the United States Post Office. Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Like most folks, I forget it exists. And that, I believe, is the beauty of the post office. They’re just there, forever at the ready. Standing by with stamps and scales, tape, … Continue reading : my new happy place :
: the cost of regret :
Imagine this. You wake up on this, the first morning of daylight savings time, and take stock of things. The sun's shining, the weather verges on warmish, and there are no crises (real or imagined) demanding attention. For the first time in a very long time, you have the luxury of following your heart. For … Continue reading : the cost of regret :
the whirly girl 