Humiliation (sung to the tune of Anticipation by Carly Simon)

Gaffe, faux pas, infelicity, gaucherie, doesn’t matter how fancy you try to make the word, it still amounts to foot planted firmly in mouth.

That’s what I did today while I was out shopping. Standing in the checkout line at one of the local pick-up-everything-including-the-kitchen-sink marts, I noticed what seemed to be a couple with a rather unusual purchase. They had a boatload of large plastic bins and two huge rolls of bubble wrap. Interesting purchase I thought, what would you do with that much bubble wrap and all those plastic bins.

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County Zoning

Now isn’t that a riveting title for a blog post? I know, I know, who wants to read about county zoning, but I just wanted to share an experience that I had last night with a government entity doing its job.planning-zoning-dept_2_pyramid

There is a house up for sale across the cul-de-sac from me. A few weeks ago, some of my neighbors received a letter from our County Regional Planning and Economic Development Department notifying them that a request had been made for a Special Use Permit for a Community Residence. Continue reading

A Little Ray of Sunshine

Chinese proverb: “You cannot prevent the birds of sadness from passing over your head, but you can prevent them from making a nest in your hair”

Went out for dinner and drinks this past weekend with some friends. After a delicious meal topped off with a frosty Guinness, we decided to move on to a local bar. There we were greeted by a friendly young server, named Annie (name is fictitious to protect the server’s identity). After she introduced herself, she very ROS_sun_RGB_yellowface_400x400matter-of-factly, asked “What is something good that has happened to you today?”

Unaccustomed to such a query, especially from a perfect stranger, all three of us stammered as we mentally went through our day to find an appropriate answer. Continue reading




“Looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them.” ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery

Patience has never been my strong suit. When I was 10 or 12, I was so impatient for christmas to come that I talked my mom into letting me open my presents two days early. I was thrilled with the gifts I had received, but christmas morning while everyone else was tearing open their gifts, I had to admit that I had pangs of regret.

Too anxious to wait for the cowardly saps to ask me, I was the one to bring up the idea of 015352dec93aad8ccd4ccf893203e460e322eb31c8getting married to both my ex-husbands (so how’d that work for ya as Dr. Phil would say).

My need for instant gratification has followed me well into adulthood; I rarely cook now that my nest is empty, because I just don’t want to wait to satisfy my hunger when I get home from work. Continue reading

Gilead, June Writers as Readers (WaR) Summary

Winner of the 2004 National Book Critics Circle Award and the 2005 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, Gilead, by Marilynne Robinson is a genteel study of 1950’s rural life in the fictional town of Gilead, Iowa. Published in 2004, Gilead is Robinson’s second novel, following her critically acclaimed debut novel Housekeeping.
Gilead is one of those books that you have to set aside time to read; lounge in a comfortable chair with a warm mug of tea and just let Robinson’s words wash over you. In our June Writers as Readers discussion, members used words like rhythm, sensual, and textured to describe Robinson’s prose.Gilead

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Reflections on Father’s Day

With Father’s Day this weekend, it seemed appropriate that I post some thoughts on my Dad
father.  This post was actually written several months ago and tucked away on SCHEDULED to be revealed to the world today. In reality, these sentiments have been written and re-written over the course of many years.


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Just the other day I was telling a friend how I find it interesting that most of my major ailmentright_left brain and many of my minor ones throughout my life have manifested on the left side of my body. Now that may not seem odd to most people but most of my life I have been a frustrated creative.

If you adhere to the right brain/left brain theory of functioning you could theorize that it is my creative right brain speaking to me in the only way it knows how.

As a child one of my favorite pastimes was playing make believe. Conjuring up fantasy worlds where the Beatles just happened to be the boyfriends of myself and my friends. I also have vivid memories of  staging dance routines in my garage where the world would simply fall away and I would be in front of an audience dancing my heart out.

In high school, I used to write poetry and I also made attempts at drawing and painting. Unfortunately, I never took any classes so I never learned to experiment and stretch as an artist so those fledgling talents never evolved.

A while back I was looking through my high school yearbook and was saddened to find pictures of drama and art club members. I don’t think I was even aware that those types of classes were offered at my high school. How clueless was I? Although, I don’t know if I would have taken those kinds of classes even if I had known they were available. I was not a fan of high school.

Even as an adult I have tried my hand at all kinds of crafts and creative pursuits, but I’ve never fully committed because something has always held me back. Although I am a firm believer in ‘you are never too old to learn something new’, I can’t help but wonder what direction my life might have gone in had I taken advantage of some of those creative classes when I was young.