With so much going topsy turvy, and every day filled with queasy wonder about what will come next, it’s easy to forget about how much we have to be thankful for. Exhibit A: If you’re reading this blog, you either see things for yourself, or you have someone or a nifty technology to help. These […]
In our relative isolation, there is no escape from the news, viral invaders, responsibility, or ourselves. We are somewhat alone, but never alone enough in the right ways.
Actor and singing powerhouse Billy Porter has a name that puts me in mind of entertainment legends Billie Holiday and Cole Porter. I wonder whether this was intentional or a happy accident. Without knowing one way or the other, Schrodinger would accept my stipulation that both are simultaneously true.
It’s not the third British invasion. Kind of a shame, too, because the music scene can always use a refresh, but Lewis Capaldi, Ed Sheeran, and Rag’n’Bone Man don’t make for much of a wave. There is, however, a second wave of tiny Terran aliens crashing around the world.
As proven by its occasional rhapsodizing about Alan Alda and One Direction, this blog is not generally pinned to the pulse of celebrity news. But this week’s star sorrow demands a response. The world has lost its beloved Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman.
When I first met Samantha, it was because another volunteer asked me to. The poor kitty was frightened, cowering in an open crate, and new to the community room. She needed friends, and it wasn’t difficult to convince her that scratches and cooing are nice.
“Do you wanna touch me?” “Touch me in the morning.” “Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you.” “Sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much.” “If you really want want me, just reach out and touch me.”
What is going on with this eating thing? I love food, have even been called a foodie, but really, how does virus + murder hornet + social unrest = EAT?
Have three little letters ever been so fraught? Think about it. LMK, IMO, IOU, TBD, LOL, ASAP (okay, 4 letters on that one, but bear with me)…
Day 43, and I finally gave in… …to my spouse’s requests, fidgetiness, a touch of boredom… …and baked my first COVID-cake.