I am in here.
Starting to be: not all of my luggage makes it back home at the same time I do. However, it was there on the front porch this morning, scratching at the door and waiting to be let in. It wasn’t the most important suitcase – it just carried some expensive shoes, cheap speakers, and all … Continue reading With the luggage, again…
February is built for slowness, I think. All the fun winter holidays are over, and we are way past the newness of snow and cold weather. In fact, it wears on us. We have seen it. We want other colors now! I read the Tale of Genji, by Murasaki Shikibu. 1100 years ago, in the … Continue reading Slowness
Warmer weather, and a visit to mom’s apartment with the lawyers this morning. We’re going to open the safe, and see what’s inside of it. Other than jewelry, which wouldn’t be here, I’ve no idea what we’ll find. Important papers? No, Mom would have pretended to ignorance and incapability, which she figured men found extremely … Continue reading Off to Mom's
It’s not necessity that’s the mother of invention — it’s desperation. And boredom, in a significant dose. Which brings me, in many connotations of that term, to Lookout Joe’s. It’s a busy morning, and I, the Gimp, have managed to coax out myself a seat on the Fluffy Green Couch. So now what do I … Continue reading the mother of…
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