Despite our national change order dated January 20, 2009, the economic news is bad. Very bad. Even the most optimistic of prognosticators see no improvement for years.All around: disequilibrium. Fear. Apprehension. Desperation.Avoidance is the best policy, in my book, because if we actually took it . . .
Writing while cooking has created some real disasters, but heck, how hard can it be to cook up some black beans, brown rice in sauteed onions, splash it with balsamic and put it on a plate?We'll see.After pretending for months that walking Riley was a good substitute for the gym, I hauled my butt . . .
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Last month, my sister sent me a fun little pendant necklace that says She swims against the tide/Dive in! I'm wearing it today.My friend, R., is a flatliner. Peaks and valleys exhaust her. She can only tolerate an even line. Nothing too good, nothing too bad. No great squeals of joy and ecstasy, no . . .
I promised all would be revealed in the fullness of time. That is taking too long, so let's make it TODAY. This will not be revealed publicly until Dec. 1, so please do act appropriately surprised (you know who you are!) On Dec. 24 I leave Tampa to live with DH2B in San Jose. He's working for . . .
First business trip. Booked. OMG, it's real! We'll be traveling to all the finest places in the Bible Belt and this would be...... Nashville. February. . . .
I felt like a student cramming for an exam. I had at least 100 pieces of writing to grade and record by this morning, which meant Riley and I were up till after midnight. We are not night owls, so we were up at 5:30 a.m. When you grade writing, you actually have to READ each piece, assess content . . .
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It's 45 degrees in Tampa and I am loving it. Except that I left all my cold weather clothes in Pacific Grove and the office is like a refrigerator. A plus: Riley likes to hang out in my bed when it's cold, and he's at my feet now, chewing on a "cigar." A sleepless night--a late night -- so much to . . .
I'm not easily intimidated, but last week, our new landlord asked us a question that struck terror into my heart: What color do you want your accent wall? If he only knew how I would paint samples on the walls of my houses and examine them at every time of day to be sure of the . . .