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pinche packing
Hello, hello. I’m still here, alive and kicking. Perhaps not graceful, Rockettes-style kicks, maybe more like scruffy, street-fighting shots to the shin. Pow! When you last left me I was a sad and sullen mess. Things looked up almost immediately afterwards, thanks to a remarkable trip to San Francisco then a birthday party (mine) that…
Read Morethese times
I am moving in a month, a major change necessitated by my dire financial situation. I am going to live with an elderly relative in the area for a while, so that I can try to save money to pay off the various wolves at my door. This works well on paper — my relative…
Read Moreminor, off-color economic humor
Recently, whilst instant-messaging with a friend: me: my job is funded by the county. our contract finishes 6/30, so we’ve got to spend all the money and finish all the promised projects. deliverables!! him: fun? me: maybe? me: the big question is will our nonprofit receive funding for another year? pins and needles time. him:…
Read Moretumblr roundup: pain in my brain, and my mouth
Stuff I’ve recently heaped on my tumblr blog. PS, I mention my illness, below. That was a while ago. I am happy to report that the last four days have been cough-free. Four well days out of the last four months! esp. when pronounced “LITrilly” The out-of-control misuse of the word “literally” is the new…
Read Morea study of contrasts
For such a cheery, balmy, pastel time of year, this certainly was a black and white weekend. Events unfolded in two modes and two modes only: fantastic, and jab-your-eyes-out awful. I met my friend D down in Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, a lovely place that was at the absolute peak of springtime flower bloomination. Throughout…
Read MoreSt. Patrick’s Day, 2001
Danny P and I had just started a whirlwind European tour, and had the day off in Brussels. Someone had mentioned a do-not-miss open air flea market, so we hit the streets, armed with only our best high school French. We stop a likely-looking lady. Becky: Pardonez-moi, ou est.. Danny: Um, ou est le marché?…
Read Morei didn’t mean to hurt you
My weekend was not quite what I expected it to be. One would think that Friday would’ve set the tone — it was the reception for my quilt show! My friends were there! It was awesome! Alas. Saturday was an epic misadventure that, among other things, brought me into the city of Oxnard four different…
Read MoreDay 9: Barstow to Los Angeles, CA
It was only two(ish) sad hours before we got back to where we started — my “favorite” little burg of Los Angeles. We ate our last beige meal (at IHOP — jeez, Barstow, for being a hub for Route 66 history, you could have a few more kitschy eating places.) We reluctantly got into our…
Read MoreDay 8: Holbrook, AZ to Barstow, CA
[Holbrook to Barstow? That’s almost 450 miles! I’ll get to that in a minute.] Must be in the Southwest: Moisturizing conditioner: check. Navajo squash blossom necklace: check. Cactus identification guide: check. Purse containing hot and urgent tourist dollars: check. All on a Kokopelli coverlet: check. After I rose from a dead person’s sleep caused by…
Read MoreDay 7: Santa Fe, NM to Holbrook, AZ
We were off and running at an admirable hour this morning, grateful (for once) that we didn’t overindulge last night by honkytonking our way around the town, cowgirl-style. Without any fanfare we found ourselves in another winter wonderland as we wended our way up Route 25. After overshooting our destination a little (due to SOMEONE…
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