Good, bad, ugly

GOOD
The Dear Hunter, the band I’ve been listening to for weeks. Act I-The Lake South, The River North. Act II: The Meaning of and All Things Regarding Ms. Leading. Act III – Life and Death. If a fascist dictator took over and banned the Dear Hunter’s music I would probably risk imprisonment, that’s how much I love them.
Where [...]

Still a tempest

A couple of months ago I read The Secret Life of Cowboys by Tom Groneberg and I fell in love with his writing.  His wife Jennifer’s a lovely writer too and she once commented on my blog, which made me happy.
I have quotes from his book written down  and sometimes when I’m hungry I read [...]

Like a watermelon falling off the back of a truck

I’m fairly trembling with energy.
My tiny chihuahua-sized cold isn’t stopping me.  
The weekend before I got my chihuahua sized cold, I had no energy. I languished by the TV watching the Food Network all weekend. “Such amazing people. They cook. Why does my face feel like it’s melting off?” 
This week I am my own HGTV/Food Network star.
Lots of [...]

Maybe I’m Just Tired

(My heavy head is full of debris  -As Tall As Lions)
Like my sick kitty, the wisdom teeth, the car mirror, locking the keys  in the car, getting my hand stuck in the shredding bin, and people who don’t help their kids.
(I know we’re all souls just trying to connect with someone – As Tall As [...]

How green is my valley

Tom Friedman,  the Pulitzer prize winning New York Times columnist, spoke at a charitable foundation luncheon I attended this week.
I like nonprofit events involving valet parking,  nicely dressed people, fancy carpeting, a  chandelier bedecked banquet room and colorful food. It’s incongruous, which is a fun word to use and spell.
In a lovely display of synchronicity the lights went out for [...]

In which I mention the Gronebergs and how much I liked their books

I’ve already read 3.75 books this year. I’m not going to pretend I’m not counting, because I am.
The Secret Life of Cowboys by Tom Groneberg  and  Road Map to Holland by Jennifer Graf Groneberg have gone on my List of Books So Good I Will Talk About Them Enthusiastically and Stalk the Authors on the Internet. 
Both books are honest, poignant memoirs about dreams, [...]

What is vim and what is vigor?

Sleep a little later. Feed the cats. It always starts with feeding the cats.
Eat pie for breakfast. Sneeze a few times and wonder why my nose is stuffed. Linger over that cup of morning coffee with Finding George Orwell in Burma. Start Hamlet’s Dresser by Bob Smith.
Hang clothes on the line. Wash dishes. Pull a few weeds. Fuss over potted [...]

Dick Meyer says “worship the off button”

I’m afraid to watch the election coverage tonight. Afraid that lying, cheating, fear-mongering Republicans might win again and I will wake up in a dark alley somewhere lying in a pool of my own vomit because my tonic for four more years of Republican Rule would be alcoholism.
And that’s not something I really want to contemplate. I’m [...]

What I’ve -

What I’ve been reading: Are You There God? It’s Me. Kevin, by Kevin Keck. Druggie writer with OCD tendencies and screwy mother screws around with drugs and jobs and ends up married with twins. And presumably drug-free.
Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp by Stephanie Klein. Gross descriptions of melting butter and licking cake boxes in the dark. I chose [...]

1000 Artist Journal Pages cool & colorful she raved

I am a letter/journal writer and reader. Stated another way, I like writing and reading letters and journals.
Over the weekend I bought 1000 Artist Journal Pages. Put together by Dawn DeVries Sokol, it showcases pages from all kinds of journals,  a greatest hits if you will. And there are like 1000 of them. I mean I didn’t [...]