Monthly Archives: July 2012

Day 167 I saw the post about the shootings on MSN this morning and it was Columbine and Virginia Tech all over again.  I didn’t know until later that the total of wounded and dead was nearly 75. Who does … Continue reading →

Day 166 I should have taken the time, earlier in my day, when my mind was full of things to write about … because now I am coming up like I’m the Sahara Desert … quite dry! We had 3 … Continue reading →

Day 165 I hear the jungle drums in the distance … at least I think I hear jungle drums in the distance. It might be the airport. In any case … by the humidity level and jungle mugginess … it … Continue reading →

Day 164 I have a secret. I am a magazine junkie. Seriously. If there is a title published, I’ve, at one time or another, subscribed to it. Well, maybe not … but it seems like it. I was dusting tonight … Continue reading →

Day 163 I have only three letters to describe that first moment when I walked outside the airport in Chicago late this afternoon … O.M.G. I left Denver this morning, hair fluffed, and though it was 96 or something … I … Continue reading →

Day 162 Ping, ping, ping … ding, ping! I feel as if I’ve lived inside a pinball game this weekend! Back and forth and over here and over there and then back again and so on. Visiting is a LOT … Continue reading →

Day 161 I’d never make it as someone who had to travel a lot. I don’t think I’d be much good for anyone in that capacity … my brain gets too messed up with even the simplest of location changes. … Continue reading →

Day 160 Tonight the girls of the ‘hood gathered for an FAC (Friday Afternoon Club) … but in the evening. Old friends, good friends … that bunch of friends and neighbors that some people are so lucky to have during their … Continue reading →

Day 159 Had it not been for the moonlessness of the night and the fact that John actually was not on the stage … tonight’s John Denver concert was lovely and nearly perfect. It was a gorgeous evening up at … Continue reading →

Day 158 Tonight I’m sleeping with Brutus. He is gorgeous … at 182 pounds he is fit and all muscle. He is sweet, attentive, and very loving. He has sandy brown hair speckled with white (or the other way around), … Continue reading →