Yesterday, officially, was the first day of spring. Well, okay, it didn’t really happen until around 4:30 p.m. but it was March 20. Today, however, I can really see it’s spring—all day long (so far.) In New Mexico, we have what we euphemistically call”interesting weather.” Mostly that means things can (and do) change from one …
I am NOT a poet. However, one evening, in a fit of despair, I created this little diddy. Ode To My Computer I love you . . . And I hate you . . . You are my communication tool . . . You are my encyclopedia . . . You are my creative …
MAY 15, 2014 I’m Glad You Asked. http://cncbooksblog.wordpress.com/2014/05/16/im-glad-you-asked/ This is the latest Guest Blog appearance I’ve done since The Easter Egg Murder was published last year. I would appreciate having as many people as possible read it and comment on it. A Guest Blogger needs to “deliver the goods” by bringing people to the blog site …
This morning was a fairly typical beginning of the week. I’m looking to get organized for the next seven days, and I’m brimming with insights. 1. I’ve Become My Father – No lie, I remember when I was much younger, I saw my father entering into “old fogeyness” (if that’s not a word it should …
Tea. It’s a mysterious drink. As a little kid, tea meant “iced tea” (or as we called it in Texas, Ice Tea.) People drank coffee or ice tea. I wasn’t aware of the concept of hot tea until childhood was behind me. When I think of what I missed! Even when I reached the teen …
Another glorious tea time at St. James Tearoom today. What a thoroughly delightful place!
Not many, really. When your oxygen supply is cut off panic sets in. Then, depending on what’s preventing you from taking a breath of air, you consider what you can do to change things. When little kids want to punish their parents, they sometimes hold their breath. Fortunately, most parents know that the little buggers …
I don’t enjoy bad weather. That’s not unusual, I suppose, although I do know people who get all charged up about thunder and lightning. (Yes, Paula, I mean you!) But I don’t think anyone in Albuquerque today could be said to have enjoyed the rotten wind, blowing sand, and distribution of pollen we’ve endured. There …
Have you ever considered writing your life story? I don’t necessarily mean for sale and publication, although there are many people doing just that these days. I’m thinking more of what the process might mean to family after you’re gone. A dear friend of mine volunteers for a hospice group, and one of her duties …
When I was little, my parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles impressed upon me at every opportunity that I must “be careful.” This included (but was not limited to) looking both ways before I crossed the street. They assured me that in a head-on battle with an automobile, I was guaranteed to lose, with the only …
