Yesterday morning was just a yesterday morning, usually quickly forgotten as a yesterday’s morning becomes nothing more than just that, a yesterday, then a today and then a tonight and then another yesterday … and well, let’s do it all over again. But there was this from my living room window as a Bella sat… Continue reading

I know it’s only Saturday evening but I’m calling it, calling it a weekend. I mean unless something extraordinary happens to me in my apartment between now and tomorrow night like one of my gang suddenly starting to speak and threatening to expose the shit that “only the cat saw”, aliens finally deciding that I… Continue reading

When I first noticed, as it rose above the end zone and above some of the crowd, I was struck, not just by it’s size at that moment but by the orange color of it (not a bad orange though, like that blood orange we’ve been forced to endure for way too long now, but… Continue reading

Well, Fall is here. Maybe not officially according to the calendar but it’s here. Comforters have been pulled out of closets for cooler, more snug nights (Cricket the Blind knows our only one well), long sleeves and hoodies are back in vogue in the evenings and breezes have a different feel and smell to them…oh,… Continue reading

(From September 1, 2019) Yeh, I know, what’s with this guy and the notes? 1. One of Celie’s bras tried to kill me. I will often drop my laundry on top of a few things of hers or her son Matt’s already in the washer, just waiting, and then eventually fold ’em, clean and dried,… Continue reading