As I mentioned in my previous post, George, Jacob, and I had lunch with my parents Saturday. We told them we were coming to Dallas to shop, but we didn’t tell them what we planned to buy. After we sat down to eat, Mom asked me what we were shopping for. A note of explanation […]
Hmmm. Now where did I leave that whip? Read More »
My birthday is next week. Today George, Jacob, and I went to Dallas. We had lunch with my parents, and then George bought me a birthday present. A nice birthday present. I’ll give you one hint: I’m thinking of naming her Lady Jane Grey. Any guesses?
Okay, this is becoming subepidermal. George thinks he can read my mind. Now I ask you, where does he come off thinking he can read it when I have difficulty doing so? It’s quite annoying. I know you are all on the periphery of your perches for an example, and I just so happen to
Mind reading minus the usual cliches Read More »
Last night George and I went for a walk through a lovely old neighborhood. There’s one lot at the top of a hill with a steep, crumbling staircase that leads down to the street below. A large, wood-framed house used to sit on the lot, but it was condemned and torn down years ago. No
Hola, chicos y chicas! Sound the trumpets, o ye trumpet sounder-types! Today is a very important day. Before you jump to conclusion-istos, though, I’m not referring to the holiday celebrating Latino culture. Today is special for another reason. It’s a day of festive gala wonderment and jiggyness. A day to dance in the streets with
George is excited. He typed my name into an author search on Barnes & Noble, and my book came up. He was so cute about it, he made me laugh. I love that he’s proud of me. George is adorable. This evening I’ve been working on choreographing a spotlight dance to “At Last”–the great old
joys like shooting stars, lovely, momentary, delightful Read More »
George doesn’t play his guitar much any more. He says he’s too busy. His callouses are gone. He can’t play on an empty stomach or when he’s tired or in January or during a full moon, blah, blah, blah. I don’t bring up the subject very often. The guitar just sits on its stand in
Humility. If it's such a wonderful virtue, why does it make me crazy? Read More »
For anyone who doesn’t already know, “etymology” refers to the origins of words. Sort of a family tree for language. So this post is for logophiles (word lovers), who give a hoot about such things. I figure journal types are as likely as anyone to fit the bill. Many people already know the history/meanings of
The meaning of etymology and the etymology of other words. Read More »
I need to update in a major way. But it’s not happening tonight, because I’m so sleepy! I’m about to scuffle on outta here and hail a taxi to dreamland. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll write a nice, newsy post about Thanksgiving in Florida, including Luke’s and my amazing Cirque du Soliel routine we made up using
Sunday we drove to Mobile, Alabama, half-way to our destination on Florida’s east coast. I took books and the daily paper to help pass the time. I had almost finished working the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, but couldn’t figure out what to put in one space. So I asked George if he knew. “The