Almost Apolitical, Everyday Epiphany, humor, Politics, Technology

Almost Apolitical: Saying Hello to My Car, Pearl

Pearl, my new Subaru Forester, has big tires to fill.  Two weeks ago, I bid farewell to Suze, my 17-year-old Acura. She had reliably transported me across many state and international borders, politely “recalculated” when I drove astray, and protected me when a sedan ran a red light and T-boned her driver’s side. (For a… Continue reading Almost Apolitical: Saying Hello to My Car, Pearl

humor, Politics, Throwbacks, Travel

Almost Apolitical: Saying Good-bye To Suze, My Car

Sonja drove away in my 2003 Acura MDX leaving me in the dust holding 40 hundred-dollar bills, my full asking price. Not bad for a 17-year-old with 150,000+ miles.  I should have been thrilled. I was devastated. Yes, I had received a fair price within days of my Facebook Market Place listing. Yes, I had… Continue reading Almost Apolitical: Saying Good-bye To Suze, My Car

Everyday Epiphany, humor, Politics

Almost Apolitical: Hanging Pictures and Face Masks

“One-third of 18 inches, four inches to apex of hanger wire, and one-fourth inch of hanger hook,” Mike muttered to himself.  It sounded like a complicated way to pound a nail in a wall to me. Then Mike wielded a level and complicated escalated to complex. Positioning it "exactly right" I had asked Mike to… Continue reading Almost Apolitical: Hanging Pictures and Face Masks

Everyday Epiphany, Gardening, Health, humor, Outdoors, Politics

Small Adventure In The Covid-19 Shelter In Place Zone: Listening (This post is mostly apolitical.)

“The quieter you become, the more you can hear.”  Anonymous Although I value Anonymous’ sage advice, hearing more is not always wise for me. I hear misfortune murmuring, calamity calling, and trouble taunting instead of wind whistling, a branch scraping, and the boiler heating. A whistling wind becomes a flapping shingle in need of replacing.… Continue reading Small Adventure In The Covid-19 Shelter In Place Zone: Listening (This post is mostly apolitical.)

Everyday Epiphany, humor, Politics, Technology

It’s My Pity Party And I’ll Binge If I Want To

When what I thought was an ingrown hair on my shin revealed itself as squamous cell carcinoma, the pity party began. In office surgery left me with nine stitches and instructions to stay off my feet. Off my feet in summer? I’d rather swim or bicycle or garden or fish or hike or boat or… Continue reading It’s My Pity Party And I’ll Binge If I Want To