Dislocated By Things That Are Ostensibly Normal
Breakfast is safe from any desire I have to live an adventurous life. I eat and drink the same things most mornings. Cup of English
Breakfast is safe from any desire I have to live an adventurous life. I eat and drink the same things most mornings. Cup of English
I received my first blog award from another blogger and am both flattered and flummoxed. I am new to blogging and therefore unsure of the
If money is the dark god of the High WASP, good taste is the priestess performing temple rites. High WASPs love to talk about good
I’m not one to trust reports of trends. I get deeply annoyed when people say things like, “It’s been rainier than usual this spring,” after
As part of my campaign to stay out of Dowdytown, I visit fashion sites frequented largely by very young people. I must say, young people
Yesterday I was outside on my front lawn. Picking up rose branches left from cutting roses for my kitchen counter. A man walked up to
My parents both grew up raised by people on a salary. I hesitate to say servants. My mother had what they called a nurse, my
Did I pass all this down to my children? Judge for yourselves. “High”experiences I have had over the years include: As a child, moving from
A Beach Rose commented, on one of my previous posts about money, I do not have access to my “education fund” (not 21 yet), and
Waged the honorable bamboo war this afternoon. Victorious. Had to lick wounds yesterday, rose bushes triumphed. Scars to show. Not that the above is what
It’s the boy child’s birthday on Monday. He will be 19. First time he’s ever been away from home on his birthday. I, however, have
Good thing? Bad thing? Good theory, bad execution? Horrible application of one culture’s comfort fashion to another’s religious observance? Cheering sign of continued social convergences
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