As summer approaches I face two horrible truths. I need to shop for a bathing suit and summer-weight pants.
I don’t think there will be a fire, flood or storm that removes mankind from the planet.
Hmmm, what? Just a sec. I’m in the middle of downloading another cool app.
As my faithful, front yard ficus tree looked more and more strangled, I began a search for a larger pot and new home for it.
“The desert is full of wonderful plants, including sand verbena, chuparosa and the cholla,” the article read.
Since I can’t and actually don’t want to stop working, it appears I may have to stop taking vacations. I’m enjoying them far too much.
I just got back from Boston and, I am smiling, as usual. What is it, do you suppose, that makes Boston such an endearing city?
I know it’s true. It’s the plot of half the TV shows I watch. Fraud is rampant in our world today and there are charlatans everywhere just waiting to rob us blind.
By the time this goes to print, I may have stopped weeping at random moments. Perhaps not. My blue-eyed, Irish, Air Force fighter pilot, 95-year-old daddy has died and there is scarcely a daughter on Earth who does not understand that special loss. I find it’s a bit like being cut loose from your support […]