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 […]

Tuesday Bag o’ Dicks

Dear President* Trump: here’s a bag of dicks. I picked ’em myself. You know, I’m starting to think the smarter course would be to forget about impeachment and just let Trump play the big boss, relying on the courts to clean up his messes and protect institutions and rights. That guy Pence, standing and smirking behind Trump in […]

Wednesday Bag o’ Genes: a Birthday Photoblog

This post is all about me. Me, me, me. But hey, at least you’ll see some photos to break up the monotony! I turned 70 on Halloween. I remember, as a kid, calculating how old I’d be when Halley’s Comet came. The year would be 1986 and I’d be 40. I couldn’t imagine either number: […]

Tuesday Bag o’ Demons

I enjoy alone time, but only in small doses. Natasha and her daughter Giorgianna, our houseguests, are away with Donna, seeing the sights in Flagstaff and Sedona. They left Sunday afternoon and will be home tonight. What do I get out of the deal? Three days and two nights of raising hell, which in my case translates to watching TV […]

Tuesday Bag o’ Whatever

I made excuses and skipped the gym for an entire week. Yeah, busy yadda yadda … but coulda shoulda. Happy to report I’m back at it as of this morning, and have now added treadmill time to my workout. It’s a far better way to start the day than sitting down at the computer first thing and reading […]

Hello Roadblock, My Old Friend

Donna asked today how The Book’s coming along. She prods me every couple of weeks, usually when I’m in the middle of a blog post. She thinks blogging is at worst a waste of time, at best a way to put off serious writing. I admit that when I started blogging I hoped my talent would […]