There is nothing to talk about except what happened in Paris yesterday. I am an atheist, and thus won’t #prayforparis. However, even if I were
You may have known from birth how you feel about color. You always chose ochre, or marine green as your favorites, never blue. Your enthusiasm
I’ll be there this afternoon. Would love to meet you. That is all. Didn’t want anyone trekking up or down the Peninsula for naught.
Seems I’ve done a lot of talking lately. So this morning, I’ll just pin some Saturday mornings things to my Pinterest board called, appropriately, What
I love mornings. So simple and happy. Wake up, make tea, make toast, sit down, browse the Internet. I’m not easily simple, the drive to analyze
My son, my daughter and my daughter’s boyfriend are here. We’ve planned a morning of sorting and decluttering their old stuff, giving away some of my old furniture, and renting a
This is my front lawn. I’m letting it die. Northern California is dry. Actually, so’s the whole state, but that’s a lot of acreage and I
My son turns 25 today. I feel far too much love and pride to express in one blog post. Happy birthday honey. Much love,
Wishing us all small changes, day by day, for the better. Photo credit from NASA, here.
One imagines that in retirement one might indulge deeply in one’s interests. Yes, and occasionally no. In particular, I’ve always loved to cook, but
I’ve had a little bug the past couple of days, and in my book, being sick means permission to watch as much television as possible.
I’ve become an unwitting expert in resort packing. I’d shake my head over my own frivolity, but would rather give the frivolous knowledge away and
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