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  • Baby boomer trash novel

    Are you proud of me? I finally pulled together a plot and cast of characters for my baby boomer sex/mystery novel. The pages, or chapters, are in the navigation bar as BBS 1, etc. You can’t see them yet, though, because they’re not ready and so I have them password…

  • Woke up . . .

    . . . got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was . . . still on vacation! Aaaaah aaah-aaah-aaah aaa-ahh aaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaah! Won’t stay on here long because it’s Friday, aka my day. But…

  • Vacation all I ever wanted

    My split lip started bleeding before I left work, which is ever so sexy (that’s sarcasm) and yet might make me look tough and I do so enjoy coming across as tough (that’s improbable). Regardless, I have six days to heal thyself and I’m not just talking about my lip.…

  • The high schoolers

    I’d been digging for a while and D, who fears his shingles are back, worked a little bit on the front yard with me, EBD had helped for a bit then needed to get ready for work. I wasn’t stalled by a lack of energy or enthusiasm; frankly I didn’t…

  • Sheep pajamas

    A most curious and delightful thing happened last night. I was rinsing off after my workout and D informed me that he and EBD were going to run errands. DS was already off with his girlfriend and so I was immediately struck: I would be alone! Exhilarated, I quickly dried…

  • All light and hope

    I’ve not had much to say all day. But when at last I had enough energy to talk again, I said, “I’ve probably never said it, but how twisted is it that every time there’s a horrible tragedy, my brain screams, ‘my children, my children!’ They’re not my children, they’re…

  • Cream

    “In a white room,” said Eddie Pells … “With black curtains,” . . . Cindy added. “At the station,” I said, not even looking up from my keyboard. I had that once. Make that twice. We’re standing on the corner of 14th and Lawrence. Charlotte, standing taller than us, says,…

  • Opening Day

    It’s the Colorado Rockies’ Opening Day in the team’s 20th year, and so naturally I’m thinking about my friend Terry. I miss Terry. If he were still here I have no doubt we’d be sharing season tickets, betting on games and whether the Rockies would or wouldn’t finish over .500.…

  • Men on toilets

    So, like, at the Rocky before it went belly up and even before it moved to the new building, when I would go into the ladies’ room and a man would go into the men’s room at the same time sometimes I would sit down on the john and a…

  • Apocalypse

    “Did I spell it right?” “Think so, though I’m not sure I’m the one you should ask.” “True, so . . . . oh, great sage, what about these freaking dreams?” “Which dreams?” “I’m sitting in the woodlands on an uninhabited island, uninhabited except for the few of us survivors,…