Dream a Little Dream of Me

The mental health experts would have a field day with this one…  Scenario: The dear cat of the house encounters the crazy about 5:30 a.m. and begins running suicides across the house, ending each one by slamming against my bedroom door. Subsequently, I have a vivid, memorable dream that I am attempting to recoup, amongContinue reading “Dream a Little Dream of Me”

This is August, Y’all

So…the beach photos? They like to drag their feet. Walking in sand, you know, is very slow going. However, this happened: Then I had a brief love affair with a bag of potato chips. Or several. (The relationship may have been polygamous.) Returning, I became an at-home professional in a new “office”: The world ended.Continue reading “This is August, Y’all”

In Shakespeare’s Company

I’m sitting in a narrow hallway outside a coffee shop and bookstore called Shakespeare & Company. The door of this coffee/beer/wine/book/cooking supply shop has not one but five Christmas jingle bells hanging from the knob, to be certain the proprietors don’t miss a guest’s approach. (The bells’ effectiveness is undermined somewhat by the fact thatContinue reading “In Shakespeare’s Company”

Thursdays

Cryptic story of my life in ten words or less: So many dates, and yet so few. Otherwise known as, fact checking. Forever. And then some.

Movin’ Movin’ Movin’

Contrary to popular opinion, moving is just great. It comes with its own set of fabulous side effects. For example… Moving gives you an indefinite pass on tripping-related humor. The impulse to talk aloud to yourself in a British accent while unpacking increases tenfold after midnight. When you begin giving yourself “real person points” forContinue reading “Movin’ Movin’ Movin’”