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
As the creator of the Nonsense Chronicles (See posts “The Nonsense Chronicles: Spying on Tomatoes” and “The Nonsense Chronicles: One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Lore”.) as well as Chuckle Photography (See posts “Chuckle Photography” and “Chuckle Photography: Sign Pondering”.) I intended to use pounds of silliness seasoned with a handful of sarcasm and a… Continue reading Silly To Serious About Helium? Go Figure?
Traveling the non-electronic shunpike for the afternoon had its downside - two hundred twenty-nine emails! It felt like a crunt when I scrolled the list. I gaged that more than forty messages per hour pinged my “in mailbox” while I gardened without my cell phone. Determined to sort through the time cutpurse, my fingers tittupped about… Continue reading Jerkwater Emails
“The recession is coming! The recession is coming!” shouted the flat bond yield curve! (Is now the time to sell stocks and buy bonds?) “Take that!” warned Hawaii’s Kilauea as she hurled lava bombs at tourists. (Is my home insurance adequate?) “I meant to say ‘wouldn’t’ instead of ‘would’,” the Donald backpedaled. (Is our president… Continue reading When The World Spins Out Of Control, Organize Your Food Storage Containers!
Do sharks have a sense of humor? If I toss fewer six packs of brew in my shopping cart, will I be able to afford the lobster? Where do I purchase one of those Trump balloons? These questions arose as I viewed last week’s news. I read USA Today online because it’s free and it cooperates… Continue reading Weighty Questions About Last Week’s News: Shark’s sense of humor? Less Beer, More Lobster? Trump Balloon?