"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
What’s going on in my life
This election’s going to be every bit as toxic as the last one, but I have to hope people of good will don’t get discouraged by the flood of fearmongering and gaslighting coming our way, because really, negativity is all the Republicans have. That’s their whole shot, like always.
You have to get up early to beat the heat in southern Arizona, so when the dogs started stirring at 5:30 I said what the hell and got up with them.
“Monsoon” is a relative term; in southern Arizona it means summertime thunderstorms, an everyday event in most places but a momentous and welcome one here in the desert.
Pandemic? What pandemic?
I’m in my 70s now, and when I write the only organization I represent is me, so I reckon I can be a curmudgeon and disagree with the AP Stylebook on a point or two.
It me again, with another 4th of July photoblog. But first …
It’s time for another update on our ailing dachshund, Mister B.
I wrote this post in December 2009. The events I described occurred some 30 years earlier. Things that once seemed as if they’d never change did change … for the better, I have to admit. My wife and I went to her salon and got pedicures. I haven’t quite digested the experience, or decided if […]