I am in here.
Somebody once told me that the last people who were fair game for being badmouthed were those of us who are not morning people. I work best at night, and now that my son is old enough to drive himself to school (hey, he says he goes there), I don’t have to be up at … Continue reading My own cliché
From the “I gotta get outa this place” dept.: At least here, in the real Georgia, there are many more people. And, uh, coffee, it would seem. Found in LivingWithCaucasians And the donut cafe that serves “real starbucks coffee!” seems to have collected a small, otherwise-invisible group of “from anywhere” girls who have adopted the … Continue reading Better than Kerguelen, maybe.
My friend Jennifer just stopped by my big green couch here at the coffee house. She’s about to move out to Scottsdale AZ, and stay in a friend’s condo while she looks for a job. Now I want to move.. Not with Jennifer to Scottsdale, though I’ve no doubt as to Arizona’s loveliness. I’m talking … Continue reading movement for its own sake
Today it’s official: the sap in the trees begins to flow again. Tu B’Shevat starts at sundown, which will be hard to detect with the cloud cover as thick as it is. The ice melts. The cats demand attention. The rain falls and the coffee maker works again. The books get read and the poems … Continue reading Tu B'Shevat
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