How does that go again? Something like, I texted my kids and they haven’t replied, do do do wah wah, Are they OK? oooh, aaah, Is my sense of smell going? My chest hurts, maybe I’ve got it oooh lala, Took the trash out, brought the newspapers in, bleach wiped everything again, washed my hands … [Read more…]
On Friday, before I headed down to the Convention Center for the librarians conference, I touched up my black boots with a little heel & edge polish I found in my brother & sister-in-law’s closet. Somehow it made me think of the words to this old Stephen Stills’ song, Johnny’s Garden: And I’ll do anything … [Read more…]
– but starting to act almost as if we live here. On Wednesday we went to the sculpture garden and then up the space needle – pretty tourist-y. We took the bus home at close to rush hour though, almost like we live here. On our first morning here, last Saturday, I woke up feeling … [Read more…]