Hello normal, well-adjusted people with social skills. It’s me, the genial humanlike creature who’s keeps falling down rabbit holes — lovely places where landing has neither impact nor consequences. To be clear, these aren’t actually a ‘fall’ in the traditional sense. That would imply an accident. My trips — no pun intended — are intentional. … Continue reading : greetings from the rabbit hole :
: the crazier it gets, the more compulsive I become :
So let’s all take a step back, take a deep breath, unclench, and behave. I’m exhausted. Tornadoes, floods, wildfires, snowstorms, pandemics, democracy teetering on the brink and what do I do? Vacuum. Endlessly. Lint roll the upholstery. I lint roll the dog. I do laundry and dishes. Conduct frequent covid home tests, which involves sniffing … Continue reading : the crazier it gets, the more compulsive I become :
: I was ambushed :
By a sucker punch from Barnes & Noble. One I never saw coming. Here’s how it went down: After donating blood yesterday, I decided to reward myself with a new book and a caramel macchiato. It wasn’t exactly a snap decision. I debated against it vigorously, pointing out a number of things I need more … Continue reading : I was ambushed :
: the stillness of Christmas :
I don’t pretend to be smart. There’s much in this world I don’t understand and can’t explain, especially physics, that’s way out of my league. But I am alert and somewhat observant, perfectly capable of noticing the real, everyday stuff of life. I can, in fact, distinguish reality from fantasy in a heartbeat. And there's … Continue reading : the stillness of Christmas :
: I need some lucky shoes :
We all do, I suppose. These are unusually trying times; missteps and hostility abound and I’m beyond worried. Originally, I’d planned for this post to be about winter and the danger its slick, icy conditions present to stumblebums such as myself. I just can’t afford another broken leg (hip, if you want to be a … Continue reading : I need some lucky shoes :
: the dreaded reset :
Well, here we are. Slogging through the first official day of standard time. We knew it was coming, right? We tried to prepare. But, c’mon, how do your prepare to lose daylight, a beloved, life-enhancing commodity? You can’t. Standard time has all the charm of unwelcome, domineering houseguests. No matter how rude you are. No … Continue reading : the dreaded reset :
: life lessons from the 10 pin :
Bowling as metaphor. That's the topic. There are rules in bowling just as there are in life. However, unlike society's, the laws in bowling are immutable. They can’t be appealed or corrupted, struck down or ignored. Bowling requires ten pins in four neat rows and that’s that. Nine pin bowling was banned long ago. (Except … Continue reading : life lessons from the 10 pin :
: there’s a first time for everything :
It was a typical autumn afternoon: soggy and cold and gray. One of those adjectives alone is dispiriting; lump them together and it feels like piling on. On such bleak days, there’s a strong human instinct to stay home and surrender to inertia. But, as luck would have it, I was out of milk. For … Continue reading : there’s a first time for everything :
the whirly girl 