It is Tuesday and I so wanted to have puppies with me in the car for the last day, but when we got to the breeder’s place we encountered puppies that at 10 weeks of age were smaller than our previous Neapolitan puppies were at 6 to 8 weeks. Much smaller. Before we arrived we […]
Tucson to Pecos to….
Sunday, July 15, 2012 Volcanic blips in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere west of Las Cruces. I just realized that we will be spending the next day going through Texas. I haven’t take this route for years and years and years. It has probably been since I was coming back from D.C in 2004 or […]
Another F Word Day – Friday Finds
Collected thoughts and unfinished masterpieces from the past week or so, that are MUST reading, that probably should have been tweets, and that show the true depths of the disorganized mind. ****** MSNBC: I like NOW with Alex Wagner. Haven’t watched the new cable show they just hyped, but I want to watch The Newsroom […]
Earwigs?
The Hubby says it is an ear wig, just like in Night Gallery, or the Twilight Zone, but I say, “Bull Pucky,” it is an infected Eustachian tube and it hurts. He says my brain is being eaten. I am in pain. This is not something I do very often given my history of being […]
Grumpy, Grumpy, Grumpy Me OR Summer in Tucson
I used to have, as did some friends, a page from ZAP Comix, Mr. Natural by R. Crumb, hanging next to my kitchen sink. It started out with Mr. Natural with a thought bubble that said, “Bitch, Gripe, Moan!” or something to that effect as he started to wash a huge pile of dirty dishes […]
Synchronicity and Hope for America Found in Arizona, Of All Places
I love the concepts of synergy, synchronicity, and the untraceable, invisible spheres of influence that are so very present with every breath in life, and that pervade every molecule in the physical world. So when things align, and I observe patterns of behavior and occurence, I pay attention. There is unfortunately a huge problem distinguishing the line between pattern recognition via intuition, and delusions of reference. Oh well, C’est la vie.