boombox in the courtyard

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…

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can’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…

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road. 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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glimpses of the bay area

Crazy cactussy tree thing at the UC Botanical Gardens Menu of the street pie vendor. I bought slices of every flavor! Your browser does not support the video tag Street protest, downtown SF Colorful wall

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shimmer glimmer

This is the BART station at the San Francisco Airport. I love these Sparkletts-style, shimmery shiny pailettes almost to the point of feeling a little crazy. Why I don’t have a wall like this In my home, I don’t know. The way I feel when see this wall is the way champagne should taste. Oh!…

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consider this popsicle stand blown

I have about fourteen thousand things to do between now and when my lovely man gives me a ride to the airport, so I can get out of town for a couple days. Most annoying task on the list: driving 40 minutes round trip just to retrieve my forgotten cell phone. I fantasize about whistling…

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wistful

I often take the surface streets to work, and often take a road that goes parallel with the beach in Ventura, and then goes past the fairgrounds. Yesterday I got stuck on this road, behind a convoy of trucks waiting to get on the freeway. Looking closer at the trucks, I realized they were the…

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rich looks to peaches to be by his side

[direct link] I still can’t really look at the 80s without getting a headache. This clip, however, is mesmerizing. For the record, I would like to state that: although this was the era of my youth, I had absolutely nothing in common with these morons. I was an entirely different breed of moron with a…

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love the one you’re with, kinda

Yesterday’s morose post brought up an interesting comment from my dear friend Jefffro: We create our own families sometimes. I know that having living relatives does not always equal having the support of those people. He goes on to say some lovely things about me and about the friendship between us, which I value as…

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fine lines between “free” and “alone” and “lonely”

I have no parents and only sporadic contact with the rest of my family. Exceptions: my Elderly Relative, my locally-living nephew, and my sister Ann. This makes me feel very free, and very lonely, in equal measure. Sometimes, when responsibilities pile up (as they are doing now) that family-free-falling-feeling makes me feel a tiny touch…

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