Thursday Bag o’ Wasteland

Donna hosted bridge last night. I had planned, as soon as I finished a post about aerial refueling, to go to the local cineplex and watch Get Out, but in the end I stayed home and watched MSNBC with the sound turned down low. Note to self: go see Get Out, it’s supposed to be good. […]

Get in the Kitchen and Make Me a Quilt

Donna’s sister Robin is here for a few days, and she’s helping Donna put my Hash House Harrier T-shirt quilt together. That’s Robin in the photo. All you can see of Donna is her hand. Donna has made a few of these for friends in the hash, meanwhile saving some of my old shirts for […]

Home Alone

Fending for myself: Donna drove to Palm Springs to spend a few days with her sister and niece. Right after she left I heard one of the dogs howling. And she thinks they love me more than her! Since I had the TV to myself last night, I turned on Netflix to watch what must be the […]

Friday Bag o’ Bullying

Here you have a schoolyard bully backing a smaller kid into a corner, demanding he hand over his lunch money. Here you have an American president threatening the president of another country with sanctions or penalties if he doesn’t hand over money for a wall he doesn’t want. The only difference I can see is that […]

Sunday Bag o’ Bullet Points

Thoughts on the past two day’s events, not terribly organized but somewhat connected: If you’re going to remember anything Donald Trump ever said, remember what he said during the GOP debate on March 3, 2016: He hit my hands. Nobody has ever hit my hands. I’ve never heard of this one. Look at those hands, […]

Wednesday Bag o’ Gold

I don’t know what having a sexual kink says about a person’s character. Probably nothing, and as long as it’s all worked out between like-minded, consenting adults, and no one gets hurt, ain’t no one’s business. Unless it’s Donald Trump, of course, and the kink is a juicy one. The floodgates opened yesterday and Twitter was drowning […]