30 November 2010
Sometimes, things can all go pear-shaped. Other times, it can happen often. Thanksgiving did not go the way of that fruit, after all, my last entry’s title notwithstanding. Actually it was kind of great, and I am still very, very full. But what’s so wrong with being pear-shaped anyway? The expression, while vivid—whether to describe […]
23 August 2010
Wouldn’t it be nice, sometimes, to be able to float away on a big soft cushy fluffy cloud, preferably white? I think it would. I can’t say this thought had crossed my mind since the age of six, but looking at this plate of white a week or so ago, it did, Frank Sinatra’s sweet […]