Well you guys, unpacking is going sloooowly. And weirdly. For example, I haven't unpacked my mouse pad, of all things. I thought I packed it in my laptop bag where it would be right handy, but it wasn't in there when we got here and I set up my desk. Weird. I can't find it. However, I did find my high school/college journal. Right, like that was useful. BUT! As it happens, the journal makes an excellent mouse pad. It's the fabric …
Happy Sunday, dear fine readers. I was thinking. I am lucky enough to be surrounded by incredibly talented artists. And I haven't really written about them! What, why not! So today I'm going to dedicate a little time to doing just that. First up—my mom, JoAnna Lombardi . My beautiful and talented mom started painting in her forties. First watercolors, then oils. Lots of blues and R&B musicians—she painted Stevie, Jimi, Billie Holiday, …
Today is my mom's birthday! I called her first thing this morning to wish her a happy day. Because it's a Saturday, Louie doesn't have to work, so she has the whole day planned. But first, out to breakfast, so she had to get off the phone. We set a time to talk next week. When we do I'll ask how today's plan turned out. There is always a story.
These things are good: ice cream and cake
a ride on a Harley
seeing monkeys in the trees
the rain on my tongue
and the sun shining on my face
These things are a drag:
dust in my hair
holes in my shoes
no money in my pocket
and the sun shining on my face * Roy Lee "Rocky" Dennis
(December 4, 1961 – October 4, 1978 )
Though people asked the question with varying degrees of d…
One of my buddies confided that he can't stand it when his other single friends goad him into going "tom-catting around" on a Saturday night. I laughed, because I hadn't heard that expression before, yet it so neatly captures what the vibe of that evening was going to be; but then I felt bad for laughing, because the expression really bothers my buddy, here he was confiding that his dick-swinging trim hunter pals would tease h…
