Scribblings

The literate man who brags he does not read is way dumber than the illiterate man who wishes he could. Continue reading →

The raspberries are ripe. Just in time for the night to be getting dark again. I can sneak onto my neighbors porches and dump bags of raspberries and they can’t trace it to me. Take that you zucchini fiends! Continue reading →

I am now old enough to admit that the only clothes I like are the ones already in my closet, have elastic waists and, if a top, are at least one size too big.

On the other hand, I am addicted to Fashion Police. I think that comes from a weird delight in seeing really rich, skinny beautiful people wearing strange clothes my mother would have never let me leave the house wearing. Continue reading →

I’m just wondering over the course of the presidential campaign how many times Trump’s spokesperson will have to “walk back” comments or tweets he’s made. We should get a betting pool going. Winner gets free citizenship in the country of their choice if Trump wins. Continue reading →

When I see the Republican Convention, I see yesterday.

When I see the Democratic Convention, I see tomorrow.

Not in their statements or platform but in the pictures you see of the crowds. Continue reading →

Because I referenced the devil in yesterday’s piece does not make me a devil worshipper. Nor is he like Beetlejuice. Merely saying his name does not produce him.  Continue reading →

The wedding is tomorrow. Tonight my house fills up with family from Coronado. My birds will soon be besides themselves with joy at all the noise and confusion that will erupt around them given that two of my guests are under 10. They find me dull and boring when we are home alone and all is quiet. My dogs will have their comfortable life and routine disrupted but that’s a good thing. Make them appreciate what they’ve got now and take for granted.

So on to the wedding in Indian tomorrow. The bride will be stunning. The groom will be Continue reading →

If only they would make me Queen for the Day, I’d clean everything up and be in bed by nine. Politicians are useless. Continue reading →

You know you’re old when Survey Monkey tells you it is looking for a survey for you to take and comes up with one asking if you have bladder leakage. Continue reading →

Don’t know who exactly I’m thanking but given my misery of the past week in the heat, I feel I need to thank someone for the cooler weather and rain.

Bring back winter. Continue reading →