Category Archives: General Discussion

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 →

We were quarantined again.  Fortunately, Day Brighteners were not.  These are some of my favorites. Forever lattes!  Charlie has a new phone which means that, with the Starbucks’ mobile app he can now upload, he can always pick-up lattes, even … Continue reading →

JUST IN: A COVID-maybe worker lurks and we are confined…again.               The COVID comes, the COVID goes … up and down, but never away.  Sigh. Life is Groundhog Day, temporarily sheltering (now,even more)-in-place  Thank heavens … Continue reading →

AVOIDING THE VIRAL CONTAGION LIFESTYLE NOTES:  We of the poetry group met  monthly to have fun with  favorite poems.  My choices always seemed to be better with a change or two.  For instance, Emily Dickinson’s poem “To Make a Prairie” … Continue reading →

We are one with “social distancing” and “shelter in place”, with boxed meals set outside the door, Charlie’s workshop masks at the ready, and my 2′ poker still good for pushing buttons and  better than anything else for keeping people … Continue reading →

THE PIER IS FREED! Good times are at hand. In what surely ranks as a minor miracle, the Water Quality Project People have unlocked, de-fenced, and opened the Pier through August!  This is GREAT NEWS.   Though their reasons were probably … Continue reading →

FREE THE PIER! The pier was new, beautiful, walk-able, inviting, fenced and locked. It was scheduled to open in FIVE YEARS, when the whole tunneling project would be done. FIVE YEARS? Five years is a very long time.  I’m 80 … Continue reading →

  DON’T CRY FOR ME, MINNESOTA, FOR SPRINGTIME HAS COME TO SEATTLE.   READ IN SEATTLE BOOK NOTES: I love Timothy Egan and not just because he’s a NY Times columnist, a Seattle-r and Jesuit-trained, although he is, but his … Continue reading →

Information comes and goes. The how of it? Nobody knows. I care. This is not a post for everyone, maybe not for anyone, but the post is true to its title.  I have been thinking, again, about the flow of … Continue reading →