Hiatus

I've thought long and hard about where I'm putting my energies these days. I've just finished a book that needs to be published. I've started writing another one. I've bought property out of state and Irene and I are fulfilling our dream of making a second home in the desert. My blog is now officially on hold. I appreciate all of my friends and family and random readers who have turned to this page for the last two plus years. I will send an email out just as soon as I am able to begin again. In the mean time, do what fulfills you in this short short life we've been given.

Fixer

I'm in need of a make-over.

The restless time

I often have several books going at one time. Different times of the day require different books. There's morning reading, night reading and the kind of reading where you pass by the book on your way to another room and read a paragraph or two. Yesterday, perusing my bookshelves, I culled two books, The Road to Mexico and Steinbeck's Travels With Charley. It's that time of year for me, the time when my energy is highest and only a book with motion will do.

Summer Blues

I feel them coming on.

It's gotta be the nuts

About a year ago I lost considerable weight. I've spent months trying to gain some of it back. This morning, on the scales, I noticed with alarm that I'm fatter than I've ever been. Must be my new walnut diet. Guess I'll have to switch to carrot-nibbles.

Poop-See Scoop

Our friend, Sharon Grennan (Annie Bones' sitter), invented this scoop. It is available on-line and at select pet stores. We got ours through the 'Solutions' catalog. It is quite amazing. I urge all of my cat-loving readers to order one today.

The idle poor

When you retire you can idle away your time like this too.

Two old women, two old rackets..

Inspired by the dazzle, charm and talent of Roger Federer, we've bought two flea market rackets and we're hitting the courts at 30th and Brommer.

CC with her ax

CC's grandfather played alto saxophone some 50 years ago.

Station fire

Sun setting in smoke, Mojave Desert.

Happy Birthday, Sally

Sally and I always celebrated our birthdays together, usually beginning with drumming in the Santa Cruz Mountains. Today I can clearly hear her voice and see her beneath those tall trees, smiling, always.

Rosie the riveter

A birthday present from Irene: A welder's helmet. What more does a woman need?