Utopia, Or, Saturday Morning at 9:35am
I was talking to my son, a good man, about Utopia. In fact, he was talking about the vision he and his friends have for
I was talking to my son, a good man, about Utopia. In fact, he was talking about the vision he and his friends have for
It’s gray and overcast this morning. I couldn’t be more pleased. I don’t know if the sun was so strong when I was young, but
Just in case you hadn’t been wholly saturated by the Met “Camp”-themed Gala I have been asked to discuss. I shall oblige. What am I
This morning we’ve had a blueish sort of sky. I think it’s turning taupe but that might just be me projecting. In any case, the
You might think this post unnecessary. We work, we retire. What’s to deconstruct? And yet in the last couple of months I’ve had some pretty
When I get dressed for style I do so in front of a mirror. I can’t lay an outfit down on my bed and be
On Thursday morning I saved a file of 75,575 words called “First Draft ACM 8.23.2018.” That overly portentous phrase means, First Draft All Changes Merged August
Recently two bloggers I respect have published simple posts about how we spend our days. First Ronni, of Time Goes By, wrote about “relaxed retirement.”
So this morning I am sitting in front of the television as World Cup coverage plays. I use those words advisedly; no one’s actually playing
Today once again I will be heading inland to help inform voters in a California congressional district. I confess to a fairly bossy tone informing
So far I find my 60s to be distinguished not by wisdom but discovering the scope of my ignorance. The blog is partly responsible. In
I still hate housecleaning. Just needed to put that out here. Four and a half years of retirement haven’t made me a fan of household
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