Author Archives: colleen

 Weather here was record-setting and almost intolerable for 3 days, but Charlie stretched out on the exercise equipment in the AC-ed  gym and I read (Val McDermid’s latest Karen Pirie mystery, Still Life.) liked it, and wilted  and we survived.  … Continue reading →

TODAY’S JOYS I love the idea of “graffiti-ed graffiti,” the public adding to public art and making the art better, like scientists doing great work by “standing on the shoulders of giants” who came before them.  But what happens when the … Continue reading →

OKAY, I didn’t win the balloon boat race. But surprise! surprise!  I’m not filled with hot air, either.  POETRY CLUB IS BACK,  GROWING, AND ALWAYS A GOOD TIME!   With more than 5, but fewer than 10, we literati of the … Continue reading →

SEATTLE HAD SNOW, 6 inches of snow.  That was Saturday and Sunday.  Charlie and I frolicked in the snow.  See picture below. Today is Tuesday.  SEATTLE HAS SLUSH and, maybe 50 degrees.  Pray for a drying wind. But snow is … Continue reading →

Thank heavens!  It’s a New Year and a  a new beginning.       Here’s to all the good that portends. Good news is we’ve made it this far.  We just need to get through the next two weeks of muzzling … Continue reading →

O HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY! Most significantly, I am thankful for the half of the voters who gave us a generous future and for the other half who, but for a few, didn’t try to kill our democracy. I am hugely … Continue reading →

It’s best to read yesterday’s post first because this one mostly builds on QAnon comments therein.  Herein, I am quoting at length from Farhad Manjoo’s NYT article because I worry that my links don’t always go through, and no one … Continue reading →

It’s a little exciting. Two of you asked what I have been reading during COVID.  Among my faithful readers, two requesters is Legion.  So this is a little exciting.  But let’s face it: COVID or not, I read a lot. … Continue reading →

SORT OF HAIKUS, always 17 syllables, or HOW I SPEND MY VIRAL CONTAGION 1.  The lobby statue / sits with ears up, moving eyes, / and masked m-utterings. 2.  It’s a statue. It’s / a bot. No; it’s a chair-full … Continue reading →

It’s a dark, very dark day…  Charlie says the apocalypse is upon us; the viral and wildfire smokey particulates are winning.  Disaster Trump  lurks.  And wonderful RBG dies.  I call it the big unpleasantness, because I am his mother.       … Continue reading →