There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like... This week, I got to leave work early on Friday. Know what I did? Nothing. That's right. My houseguests for the upcoming weekend had canceled their trip. I found myself at home in the late afternoon … Continue reading Click your heels three times and say it.
Some days thoughts gurgle in my head the way a not-quite-right meal does in my stomach. Bits and pieces in are there and they're not playing well together. Yeah, I could take something. But the best remedy is just to wait. Wait. Things eventually settle. I just have to endure the discomfort. When this happens, … Continue reading Ouch. My thoughts are rumbling.
Hey! A friend recently emailed me and wrote just that: "Hey!" As in "Hey! Are you still alive out there?", "Hey! What's going on in your world?, and "Hey! Why aren't you posting on your blog anymore? I miss reading your stuff." Gosh, were people reading what I wrote? I guess I knew that. I … Continue reading Hey! Yeah, you.
Weeks ago, my realtor friend and I said we'd get together soon at the new house. The plan was to down a bucket of wine and chat about my impressions of living in Rancho Viejo. We still haven't gotten around to it. So, stowing the bucket of wine in the pantry for a later date, … Continue reading When suburbia smacks you upside the head. (Ten reasons to consider living in Rancho Viejo.)
Grrrrrrr. Just when I think I've staked out a subject claim with potential, got the pieces of philosophical query dug up from the muck, sorted them into sensible piles, and am ready to rinse and show off the true gems, I find someone else has already worked this mine! Dammit. I started on a series … Continue reading Nothing New Under the Sun
It's Sunday afternoon. I'm hanging on for all it's worth. Know that feeling? "Oh, no. Only a few hours left of FREEDOM! Crappity crap crap. Just a few hours left. Okay. I'm not gonna do anything I don't have to do. I'm definitely not gonna go anywhere I don't have to go. Because by tomorrow, … Continue reading Like pulling teeth, I tell ya.
I loved this book. Just finished reading it two days ago. I'm probably going to read it again -- or at least parts of it. I'd love to reread the entire thing. Unfortunately I won't have time to do so. Which is one of the reasons I loved this book. What's to love? Friedman is … Continue reading Thomas L Friedman is the perfect bartender.