Flynn and I may live and love in California, but we’re still from the Capital S-outh, which means, we eat meatloaf, beans, cornbread and greens with our Bordeaux, though if it makes you feel any better, call it gâteau de viande, legumes, and polenta bread. I can’t help you with the greens translation, though if [...]
Either way you spell it, it describes the color of the sky today, but the very second it’s five o’clock, I’m going to go to Fashion Island for tea and madeleines anyway. I want to try out the new camera toy Flynn bought for me. I’ve asked him to come along at the risk [...]
I’d love to get my head headed in a singular direction, but it ain’t never gonna happen. My life doesn’t move that way. It’s all over the place. Yes, the river moves always towards the sea, but damn if it doesn’t meander on the way and you know for a fact that there’s no [...]
Flynn, the boy, cannot and will not abide being the recipient of gifts. He is inversely a buyer of presents. If he wasn’t so busy being my therapist, he could get the help he needs for these sorts of nonsensical personality flaws that hearken back to some deeply buried aversion to having goodies showered down [...]
I may or may not have mentioned that my day job is spent being an Oracle database geek who baby sits an entire farm of linux servers. I know. *zzzzzzzzzz
But *zzz or not, sometimes, i wish i had a life time prescription of valium because, truly, i constantly feel as if i never [...]
My aging parents, I forget how aging because we’re not allowed to celebrate their birthdays, ( another post, for another day ) have moved to central Mexico. I’m not one to judge an entire country based on a few thousand chopped up bodies, because Mexico is, I’m sure, a lovely place, but, you know.. folks [...]
me: So, hi.
The Blogosphere: uh.. have we met?
Me: it’s me! Tracy!
The Blogosphere: nope, doesn’t ring a bell
Me: I know. I know. It’s been a while
The Blogosphere: We’re sort of over it.
Me: Understandable. Completely. I have a valid reason for the radio silence and probably wouldn’t apologize even if it [...]
My house is full. There are big people sleeping on sofas, small people sleeping on love seats, single people sleeping in the office, married people sleeping in bedrooms. The house still smells of the spicy curries, chutneys and fresh baked naan that we all ate last night. The wine glasses and more [...]
That’s my mantra of late. The net effect is that the chatty factor in my own reaction has gone way down in proportion to the input I’m receiving. I listen more than I talk. It’s not as hard as people who know me might have thought, though I have tended to being more [...]
