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
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
“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
“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.)
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?
