I am in here.
I have discovered Pilates. My second session was yesterday, and I swear I dropped a whole pants-size during the session. I found Pilates through Buck, who told me, “I think I found the perfect sport for you!” I’m not sure Pilates can be described as a sport, though. Simple movements, repeated only five or seven … Continue reading Pilates and me
I am beginning to think writing isn’t so much of a process as a series of beginnings, all strung together. What does this mean? It means (hey, Shirl, pay attention!) that I’ve started writing my alleged book again.
Put yourself on the map! It ain’t there only for decoration! 😀
Peter and Buck and Sophia the Dog are on the couch here in the TV room where we’re finishing watching “Terminal” with Tom Hanks. I am watching Peter wrestle with Sophia the Dog — she’s biting her own tail — while the credits roll on the screen. He’s laughing. Life is good, you know?
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