Another house viewing…
Tomorrow at 11:00 AM someone is supposed to look at the house. Here’s hoping they like it!
Tomorrow at 11:00 AM someone is supposed to look at the house. Here’s hoping they like it!
I’m playing catchup with posts, so if you see posts appearing for earlier dates in March, you’ll know why. I often email posts to myself with notes about things to blog and then forget to post them (or run out of time). Related Images:
Orchids and chrysanthemums smell like death to me: the cloying sweetness of casket-side flowers, wilting from the heat of bodies pressed too close as passersby sob their payment to Chiron. The trees outside my apartment complex have a sickeningly sweet scent: not pleasing like honeysuckle, but of something decaying like fruit left too long in…
This is going to be short, because I just can’t write. Within one week, my sister lost two of her three children. My nephew died on Monday. My niece died on Wednesday. Mom and I flew out to be with my sister on Wednesday. Not going into details, because this is a family tragedy. Thanks…
Shortly before I left work, my neck started hurting and my back felt stiff. I woke up at approximately 2:00 with a very stiff neck. I could not turn my head to the right without catching my breath. It felt rather like someone was poking a three inch, 18 gauge needle into my vertebrae on…
It took a while to realize how I felt about the shooting this past Sunday. More in shock than anything. I’ve been in that Church. I took classes there when I was in college on the role of the feminine in religious history called Cakes for the Queen of Heaven. I attended a service TVUUC…
Life has been hectic, to say the least. The new job I started in January has been good, but it’s a lot more time and focus than my previous gig. Also more travel: I’ve visited Miami, Malaga in Spain, and soon San Francisco. No complaints. It is fun and interesting work, if a bit stressful…
I’m playing catchup with posts, so if you see posts appearing for earlier dates in March, you’ll know why. I often email posts to myself with notes about things to blog and then forget to post them (or run out of time). Related Images:
Orchids and chrysanthemums smell like death to me: the cloying sweetness of casket-side flowers, wilting from the heat of bodies pressed too close as passersby sob their payment to Chiron. The trees outside my apartment complex have a sickeningly sweet scent: not pleasing like honeysuckle, but of something decaying like fruit left too long in…
This is going to be short, because I just can’t write. Within one week, my sister lost two of her three children. My nephew died on Monday. My niece died on Wednesday. Mom and I flew out to be with my sister on Wednesday. Not going into details, because this is a family tragedy. Thanks…
Shortly before I left work, my neck started hurting and my back felt stiff. I woke up at approximately 2:00 with a very stiff neck. I could not turn my head to the right without catching my breath. It felt rather like someone was poking a three inch, 18 gauge needle into my vertebrae on…
It took a while to realize how I felt about the shooting this past Sunday. More in shock than anything. I’ve been in that Church. I took classes there when I was in college on the role of the feminine in religious history called Cakes for the Queen of Heaven. I attended a service TVUUC…
Life has been hectic, to say the least. The new job I started in January has been good, but it’s a lot more time and focus than my previous gig. Also more travel: I’ve visited Miami, Malaga in Spain, and soon San Francisco. No complaints. It is fun and interesting work, if a bit stressful…
I’m playing catchup with posts, so if you see posts appearing for earlier dates in March, you’ll know why. I often email posts to myself with notes about things to blog and then forget to post them (or run out of time). Related Images:
Orchids and chrysanthemums smell like death to me: the cloying sweetness of casket-side flowers, wilting from the heat of bodies pressed too close as passersby sob their payment to Chiron. The trees outside my apartment complex have a sickeningly sweet scent: not pleasing like honeysuckle, but of something decaying like fruit left too long in…