
Two Developing Trends And One Long-Established Tradition, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:41am
Hi all. I’ve always taken months off posting here and here, to stay gleeful in the process. It’s hard to do now with so much happening but, despite my hesitancy, I think it’s a good idea so here we go.
I’ll be back in May. I leave you now with two important developing trends:
See you soon. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.


On Changing One’s Mind, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:05am
I don’t know when exactly I decided that government was “inefficient.” Prior to 1978 I had no political opinions, really, more like an emotional characterization

Do I Need A New Dress, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:23am
Quick Question Do I need a new dress? Context. I’m heading to Houston at the end of the month, to a party thrown by a
Yesterday I Walked To The Dentist, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:41am
Sturdy Gal Reverie On Tuesday I walked to the place where I do peer grief counseling. Then I walked home. Wednesday I walked to my

Shoes For The Less-Traditional Mother-of-the-Bride, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:29am
Recreation It’s taking me a hot minute to find shoes for my mother-of-the-bride outfit. As I’m not posting images of the dress until the wedding

Stories For Us And Truths For Those Who Don’t Know Them, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:40am
So let’s first enjoy something for all who need escape, a balm, and some peace, and then we can hunker down with additional thoughts for
Today’s Post Pending Approval By The Primary Stakeholder
In other words, the mother forgot to get approval of a wedding-type post last night, and it’s now pending on the surgeon’s availability to approve;).
Joy In Tabletops, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:29am
I imagine that in this spectacular community more than one of you have children who’ve gotten married. Or have planned parties. Hint. My job for my daughter’s wedding is to sort out the centerpieces for dinner. I’m thinking you know from tabletops and you might tell me about any great ideas you’ve implemented or come across in your beautiful lives. Here’s what we’re thinking: The venue is right on the water, on a the outskirts of a working harbor, in a very quiet bay. So, neither beachy nor wild coastal cliffs, more like the Wianno Yacht club in the 1960s-but
Every Good Moment That Comes Your Way, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:00am
You guys I just don’t know. Everything that’s happened this week has surpassed my capacity to build reasoned conceptual frameworks. We can keep calling our elected officials and donating to those who appear to be pursuing our cause. We can keep volunteering to help people in the worst straits, and donating to organizations that do the same. We surely will take care of ourselves and those we love. But if one sentence sums up how I feel this morning, on my usual sofa in my usual house, looking out the window at a rainy January garden, at the pale pink
If You Are Reeling You Are Not Alone And Here’s My Particular Strategy, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:19am
From what I see and hear this week, if you’re reeling from our national political experience you’re not alone. Almost everyone I’ve talked to is wondering first and foremost how not to spiral into despair. There, I’ve said it. So if that’s you, take heart. Like-minded people sit with you by the fire. We’re all going to have our different ways of facing what we hope will be only four years of this. I am not one to shame for temperament, so if you’re under the covers I hope your blankets are warm. If you can’t bear to talk about