It could’ve been foreshadowing of what was to come in my yoga class, where of course the teacher was going to talk about well being. Or it could’ve been the weather – which is back to “normal” for late February in Wisconsin, cold, snowy, sunny. Or maybe because I was happily thinking that plans I’d … [Read more…]
I thought of this on Saturday while walking to yoga … remember the end of King Kong, “It wasn’t the airplanes?” 1933 Original 2005, with Jack Black So, I want a shirt with Hillary Clinton’s face on Kong on the Empire State, maybe a little like this David Bromberg album cover: And then the caption … [Read more…]
I guess we’re having March in February – warm in the day time, getting down to freezing overnight. Everyone looks so happy, but I just don’t like it. There are fat, fuzzy buds on this magnolia tree I walk past. True, it’s in a sheltered spot that gets a lot of sun, and it’s next … [Read more…]
My sister in law, Jennifer Dixon, has a fondness for hearts, not ♥ kind of hearts, but thump-thump, lub-lub, real hearts with veins and valves. [see also Tour de Jen] Here’s one on our fridge: But I especially like this collaboration by Jen and my brother, that must’ve been a Christmas card with books for John … [Read more…]
Take today, fer instance: I went out for a walk, and it’s a beautiful sunny day – but that just filled me with dread and grumpiness. Because it’s FUCKING FEBRUARY in Wisconsin and it’s not supposed to be 50°. Or Friday: After reading friends and friends of friends facebook posts about how they’re dealing with … [Read more…]
So I guess if this is a cooking blog I should talk about food at least a little. Friday I met Mark at a retirement party for somebody we both used to work with, although Mark much longer than me. After, with Jane & Jonathan, we went and had dinner at Graft, a new-ish small … [Read more…]
It was sunny today, and cold. I walked up to the city county building to do some training so I can work on early voting at the library on Saturday, and there was a girl in front of me with Pink Floyd and Grateful Dead and other hippie-dippie embroidered patches on her backpack. I was … [Read more…]