Sunday, December 3, 2017

Intestinal Mystery

Not sure how I feel about the mesentery--or that name. It's the glump of tissue connecting your intestine to the stomach, and some researchers say it should be considered an organ unto its own. For now I will just refer to it as my intestinal mystery.



Artist's rendering

Saturday, December 2, 2017

And now for another episode of --the Happy Duster!


In this week's installment, Beverly loses a pearl earring when she dusts a little too vigorously after being spurred on by that new rock and roll seeping out of Junior's bedroom.

When Beverly's husband Fred, who is disapproving of Junior's "crazy noise",  asks about the missing earring at the dinner table, Beverly explains it away by laying the blame on her inhospitable and extra-thick ear lobes. But when Junior fires up his record machine after supper, Beverly, who is fixing dessert, once again begins to shimmy and shake, and watches helplessly as her second earring falls deep into the topping of her coconut cream pie. As Fred digs into the pie, Beverly attempts to distract him and retrieve the earring before he chokes on it. Hilarity ensues!   

Tune in next week as Beverly befriends a new neighbor, who demonstrates a dusting polish that leaves Beverly feeling high. 

Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Oh To Be in Newark, New Jersey in Autumn


What. Did you think this was Newark? It's Times Square. You'll have to just imagine Newark on your own.  

Sunday, October 1, 2017

Welcome October!!



Hey, I can finally get out this 1972 calendar I've been saving all these years. The dates line up! 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Healing light in western Kansas



Oh the sun in western Kansas is a healing light
It bounces through manure piles
 feedtanks, hay bales, wheat fields
Old stone outbuildings and cattle's anuses
Buffalo grass on the school yard 
Oh, it is a healing light

Monday, September 4, 2017

What's wrong with this picture?


Nothing, that I can see.

Here's what's right:

Iggy and Waits in a booth. I MEAN....
Bottomless coffee
Sturdy-looking coffee cups
Smoking. Inside. (note the accomodatin' ashtray)
Mustard and ketchup in squeeze bottles. (Making me so hungry for fries right now.)
Table is checked not in the traditional gingham but in a hypnotic, nearly Escher-like fashion.
Christmas lights strung up, with those fat, old bulbs that burn hotter than a mother.

Oh, here's what's wrong.  I found it:  I'm not there, joining the conversation! (The one from my imagination. Not the one in the movie.)

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Two Tear Jerker Cocktails Coming Right Up


When Jane's dream to be a soda jerk fell apart her true calling to be a tear jerker was born.  

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Self-flagellation with Humidity


These days when humidity levels don't soar quite high enough I get out the old steamer bag and up the ante...

Convenient front slits allow for leisure reading. Also useful if I need to wave someone down and ask them to hand me food.

Zips easy too!

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Better Living through Yoga

Today's post is about how you too can achieve serenity. I owe my calm nerves and blank mind to a faithful program of meditation, yoga and ----


                 WHOoPsie!!


Didn't mean to leave these sitting out. Nothing to see here folks! Look away! Look away!

Er. as I was saying........



Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Sad bus


 Don't get on the Sad bus.  Wait instead for the number 9 or the G line. Catch the Yellow line a few blocks over. Walk, even. Just don't get on the sad bus. Let it go by. There'll be others. Don't get on that bus. It's a sad, sad bus.  Don't ride it.


Monday, July 10, 2017

Toads of Summer Pt. 2

For visuals of Kansas toads, see previous post, "Toads of Summer Pt. 1"

This here's the aural portion, featuring Michigan toads. Wait for the 18 second mark: