qotd
Before I compose a piece, I walk around it several times, accompanied by myself. –Erik Satie
Category: Ephemera
fern bar lunch
Blog the bar… ok. Where we are at now is a bar called Teller’s. It’s called that because it occupies the building of what used to be a bank, before I was in high school. After that, it was several kinds of shops, including a (very tiny) mall. But the latest incarnation has taken root, … Continue reading fern bar lunch
my morning
Since my morning is almost over, comments are not inappropriate. I just got through taking 2 of my 4 cats to the vet. Newton has bad cavities, it turns out, which is why he isn’t grooming himself. It also explains the horrible cat-breath. Beeper’s ear is better, though the doctor can’t see her eardrum yet. … Continue reading my morning
My name is…
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
white pebble 