Go straight to my friend, Diana's, blog and read her post from today called Interesting Enough. www.creativestructures.blogspot.com As a former corporate executive, I couldn't have said it better. . . .
It's hard to see my adorable little house for the trees...jacaranda, palms, all sorts of tropical foliage. I've loved it and I'll miss it. . . .
Yes, Tampanians, we have light rail. The stop is right in the neighborhood. Eat your hearts out! Although I'm not sure it takes me anywhere I can't conveniently drive. The open field is the dog park--can't wait to introduce Riley to it. Analog Devices--for you San Joseans, so you can place where we . . .
Yes, the penthouse. ;-) That's DH2B stepping outside to the smoking lounge. And that's the kitchen, where I'll be barefoot but not pregnant. The archway looks very southern California, with the palms. There aren't many palms in San Jose. In fact, I'll bet we have more on our apartment property than . . .
NOTE ON POLITICAL CORRECTNESS. I am going to refer to Indians and India. This was conceptualized before the tragedy of the past few days and I mean no disrespect. A writer’s gotta write what's in her head or it will drive her crazy. I pray for those who died this past week and decry the craziness . . .
Thanksgiving with the Brady/Xiques clan was worth every minute of the 60 miserable ones we spent on the nightmare that is 19th Avenue. Many families’ tradition is to walk the Golden Gate Bridge on Thanksgiving, and 19th Avenue leads through the City (SF) and over the Golden Gate to Marin County, . . .
Before we all scatter for the holidays, I thought I'd share a beautiful Thanksgiving piece I received from a girlfriend yesterday. This is such a wonderful holiday and really time to remember and honor the many blessings in our lives. Especially today, as an antidote to everything else that's going . . .
I know it's a holiday week, but still....I was just in the kitchen. The young professionals were discussing a young woman who had a date with a doctor. The doctor said he had something to confess: he liked going to "cuddle parties." See photo. Ummm. Yeah. I mean, it looks nice and everything, and . . .
...especially one that torments him from the backyard, he would have a cow. . . .
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