What Brussels is to me

Brussels? The first memory that comes to mind is feeling like an episode of The Office had leaked into real life. These guys, with their corny jokes and awkward attempts at flirting, worked… Continue reading

Productive peace and slightly ominous quiet

I’ve boggled the AT&T guys. Well not me personally, but my antiquated apartment building and its wiring. They go in and look at the cryptic cords, then stand around for an hour scratching… Continue reading

Photo Friday – Three years ago?

I’m breaking up. It’s the end of an era. But I just couldn’t handle the constant interruptions in my internet access. So goodbye Sonic, my sweet little Mendocino company where actual humans answer… Continue reading

A California Conspiracy?

Familiar pleasures of air travel: crying baby, neighbor with stanky feet, and person in the window seat with the bladder of a small woodland animal. On my way back from Seattle I was… Continue reading

Photo Friday – Stairs

  I’ll make you a deal. One post per week with words in it, less than a page-worth, circa 500. And one post of photos. Workable?   Wednesday had words in it, and… Continue reading

One of those days

  Yesterday was just one of those days. Tasks taking longer, lung-based cold draining further, nothing going forward as fast as I needed it to. (And also, of course my health insurance company… Continue reading

Quick trip to Seattle

Is it just me or is this year’s cold a serious pain in the neck? Still just a cold, no need antibiotics, but enough to have me emailing my upstairs neighbors to ask… Continue reading

Big beauty, little biter

So small a creature, it was kind of laughable. But damn, that bite did sting. Or was it that sting that bit? With this particular little bullet of an angry bee, I wasn’t… Continue reading

This is not your last chance to go to Cuba

Both “Cuba is changing rapidly” and “Cuba is a great place to visit” have been true for a long time, and I don’t expect either to change any time soon. Buuuut. Direct flights… Continue reading

Discouraged and recouraged

  I knew right away that I wanted this man to be my mentor. It was just obvious. He had no kids, my father died when I was four, he was a legend… Continue reading