Archive for June, 2007

1. The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) that you absolutely hate.

Greed, which seeds all kinds of crimes against humanity; large and small, and bad karma.  With so many resources and abundance in this world, I don’t understand why some feel they have to have more, or all of whatever at the expense of others. Learn to share, people.

2. The Meritricious: Expose someone or something that’s phony, fraudulent, or bogus.

The closest thing I can think of right now to anything remotely such is Mr. McEnroe’s faux French accent on his radio show while introducing the sports talk. Though this hardly renders him as fraudulent, phony, or bogus. Just amusing.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.

At this time of the year, it’s always the heat.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.

My late sister; beautiful, queenly, girly in every way, saved thousands of acres of land for the wildlife of Virginia, New England and beyond working as a real estate liaison for the government. Thank you, Paula.

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.

I really don’t care for commenting upon my appearance, but if my arm were twisted, I’d say I like my lips the most, though come to think of it, I could use some new shades of color for them.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.

My sisters and I are dreaming up “our retirement home”, a haven we’re designing in our heads and in conversation, which so far is something a bit cottage-y and in some shade of yellow. With a screened porch. T and Pentyne seem to think it’s in….Georgia. The HEAT, ladies! Gah! I think I have Pentyne on board with the composting and gardening thing though. But she’s not too crazy about the llamas and chickens. Yet.


And so it begins…


-Because you don’t need to put a chickpea in your orange juice, sweetie.


-Just trust me on this one, k? Now stop.

Not surprised…

that David Byrne rides a bike all over the city. Because David is a cool guy. Whose music is still, well, cool. Even the kiddo, who hates most of my music, likes The Talking Heads. In addition to The Clash, Fiona Apple and David Bowie. The rest of it she squawks over (turn if awwwwwfffff, Mama!), which ruins my listening experience. Her favorite music is the kind that “sounds like a party, Mama.”

So many people bike here, young and old, I’m happy to say. As do I, for all of my in-town errands and playground stops. I love seeing older people on a bike…there’s something delightfully childlike about riding a bike. I hope I’m one of those old ladies flying down hills on her bike past little children. Or, maybe zipping around on a little Vespa. I’ve been lusting for one of those. I like feeling the wind on my face.

I’m surprised that I haven’t been around here as much as I thought, because I thought of blogging almost every day while I was away. I’m kind of inwardly frustrated when I don’t write; off… But lately when I think of actually writing something, I draw a complete blank. And it’s not as though there’s nothing to write about; there’s plenty going on here, but mostly it’s all about transition, something I don’t like to comment on until I’m done transitioning. Does that sound mysterious? Not my intent. But the stuff I’m transitioning through, I write to get away from. When I find my sense of humor and am back to my amused self again, there’ll be more posts.

I can’t wait.

you know you’re from Connecticut when…

during a dream with gardens resembling Paradise, you pause, mid-dream, and register concern regarding the possible presence of ticks.
Yes, I am back. But feeling a bit rusty after my hiatus. I should be posting on a more or less regular basis. But right now, this is all I got.


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