Archive for August 2011
fashist
I like clothes and style and all that. I’m not a magazine-reading, credit card-maxing label ho, don’t get me wrong. I try to use my sister Ann as my style beacon and role model — a girl who never spends anything but deep bargain/thrift prices, but always, always dresses well. Now look at this excellent…
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My dad’s baby shoes. I would like to go back in time and give him a little squeeze.
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I purposely didn’t write about the fifth anniversary of my father’s passing yesterday. I couldn’t really think of what to say or how to say it. I think I am still getting over the various horrors that dropped in 2006, and sometimes can’t muster up the muster. But suddenly last night I’m inside a madcap…
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The Spanish word for carrot is zanahoria. Zanahoria! Makes me chuckle every time I see it. Such an elaborate, exotic word for our humble little carrot. Zanahoria! Bedclothes! So much better than the word linens. The bed is wearing bedclothes. So fancy. I wonder if the bed pretends the flat sheet is a cape. I…
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It’s Ventura Pride weekend and I say hooray to that. I’ve been extra connected to the LGBT community this past year, both socially and through work, and that has enhanced my life in every single way. I have found a missing component for happiness here in the burg in which I live; my friends who…
Read Moreand i’ve been chasing it ever since
It’s the Fourth Friday Challenge for August. My friend Paul and I, both posting daily in 2011, decided to give each other a job once a month to keep things spicy. In his words, “we want to push ourselves to do something more interesting than we might otherwise.” I will put his challenge to me…
Read Moreanother internet friendship made “real”
I had the utter delight of meeting Polly of the inimitable Pollyanna Cowgirl in July, then basking in her presence a second time in San Francisco. Lucky me! We’ve been internet buddies for ages, so the face-to-face was ABOUT TIME. I first cornered her at her booth at last month’s Renegade Craft Fair, where I…
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me in 1983 Amy Rigby nails my middle-aged, angst-ridden soul today. If you’re anywhere near her age or mine, something might resonate to you (buy her album here). Everything she says pretty much is me, except I did not pursue playing music in any way. Also, I fell in love the first time a little…
Read Morecan’t put it off any longer
I’m off to the Department of Motor Vehicles! Hooray! There’s a whole lot of paperwork for the two us to get done! After I try to sort out two separate snarled tangles of bureaucracy for two cars, then I get to take the new (to me) car to see how much I can pay the…
Read Moreroad. tripping.
Since this summer is incapable of serving up good (nice long weekend in San Francisco) without immediately serving up bad (breaking down on the way home from the airport) I guess I should not be surprised that I’m drinking coffee, reading my airport magazines and waiting for the automotive prognosis of the Boyf’s car. I’m…
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