Friday, September 26, 2008

Restless legs

In part to honor my 66th birthday we are headed down Route 66 in our RV like proper retirees. We'll be gone a month and will blog along the way.
This will be a test to see how long 2 women and one dog can live happily in a 19 foot tin box in 106 degree temps.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Outwitting them...

Our solution to the banking crisis.

Green legs

We woke up this morning and found green legs have sprouted in our garden.

On the move

Annie Bones' personal Sequeway

Monday, September 22, 2008

Fall Preview

Fall is always a sign of new beginnings for me. Maybe I'll buy some pumps and move to the city. Or maybe I'll just sit here and write about the possibility.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Picking daisies

My good friend, Sandra Martz, past publisher of Papier Mache Press has started a blog. AND today is her birthday! Happy Birthday, Smartz!
Check out "That's my story and I'm sticking to it." You're in for a treat.


I think I've found the place people leave old blogs. I think mine is here. Tests so far inconclusive.

Last day of summer

Somehow I feel I've missed this whole season. I'm looking forward to next year.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A spot of color

Everyone needs an Irene in their life.

I don't get it

Overheard at the grocery store:
"That Sarah Palin! She's got such an intellectual smile!"

It's over

...and the cows have finally come home.

Something to celebrate

Today is the 40th anniversary of Richard Nixon's appearance on Laugh-In and I feel like celebrating! (source:

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Ist day of school

My sister, Beki and I both had September birthdays. Her birthday inevitably fell on the first day of school. (We always felt she was cheated.) Here we are, ready to start the year, (Maria, from Mexico on the right, lived with us) . Happy Birthday little sister, I'm thinking of you.

The story of my life...

I've GOT to write a short story.

Sorry for the blog delays...

..but I've just been hanging out.

My mother's wisdom

"There's nothing colder than a cold egg..."

Welcome to the Santa Cruz County Fair

Now, have fun.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Dear loved ones...

I promise I won't be quite so grouchy tomorrow.

Fashion maven

I look around today and discover every piece of clothing I own is green. And I'm wondering: What's up with that?


Our dear friend during her croning ceremony. Happy Birthday, Sally. Your spirit lives on in us but we will never be done missing you.

Neighbor in the neighborhood

Yesterday we all got a recorded message from the Sheriff's Department warning of several sightings of a mountain lion in our immediate neighborhood. Early this morning for my walk with Annie Bones I armed myself with a shrill alarm, pepper spray and considered taking the hunting knife with me.
"What are you going to do, gut the animal?" Irene asked
"No, but you just have to be prepared for anything."
"Just rise up, look big. Or is that for a grizzly?" Irene wondered helpfully.
Seriously, we all just hope the lion makes its way back to the hills before the sheriff's department finds it.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008


My granddaughter, Sierra has just had her first poem published. Congratulations, CC!

Orange Pornage
Orange Pornage
cornage morange.
nosy cosy.


Irene brought this bent, skull-bedecked cane home from a walk the other day.
Me: What's this?
Irene: I found it in the field at the end of the street.
Me: What are you going to do with it?
Irene: I don't know but after I picked it up I feared maybe it had been used in some kind of crime and now my prints are all over it. I had to bring it home. I didn't want to be implicated.


Me: The windshield wiper light keeps going on in the dashboard of the truck.
Irene: Pop the hood. Check it out.
Me: Where's the latch?
Irene: It's under there somewhere.
Me: Remember the days we used to change our own oil?
Irene: I used to repair my own flat tires.
Me: I used to pull over in my VW Bug, lie down on the desert road and replace the clutch cable. I always got to work with grease on my hands.
Irene: I used to push my car all the way to work when the differential went out.
Me: What is a differential anyway?
Irene: I don't know. But I think it's somewhere near the calipers.