Thursday, May 5, 2016


I'm on my way to downtown again, and there's a guy on the bus who's playing his music so loudly WITH HIS HEADPHONES ON! I can hear his music (and I use that term loosely), and he’s about 8-feet away. I know it’s him, because he’s bee-bopping along in rhythm with the sound. Ridiculous.
 Actually, this is rather a frequent occurrence, not necessarily with the same guy, but also with others. So, in response, I've put on my headphones too loudly in order to drown out his. Someday, someone will base their Master’s Thesis on the epidemic of hard of hearing public transportation riders.
 It would be so much better if this guy would listen to decent music, or maybe was listening to something neutral, like 80s music. Ha. I can hear my husband groaning about that comment. He's got some very strong, negative thoughts on 80s music.
 On long trips, when it's my turn to drive, that's what we listen to, 80s music...The person driving is in control of the radio, right?
 I have known him to drive from home to Florida without me getting behind the wheel, at all...I wonder, is that why? Is it radio control?  Do I have a higher tolerance for Warren Zevon, (one of his faves, that I can't abide beyond “Werewolves of London”- sorry Warren, don't haunt me), than he does for Journey?
 Could be I've solved a marital, over-the-road, long trip traveling mystery.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

If you can see the sky, the day is beautiful...


Weekday mornings, I take public transportation into downtown Pittsburgh specifically, the bus. Sometimes I wish we lived in those places in Pittsburgh where the trolley would be my way into town, because it just seems more romantic. I digress. 

 

The point is, I have some down time between frantically getting ready for work, and arriving at work. This morning, I was bemoaning the reality of having to look like a sane person, and leave the house. Always a difficult task. Poor me.

 

Then, a wake-up call snuck in on taloned toes, and stabbed me in the mind, heart and soul. I am healthy, happy, and I don't really have any major struggles, except those I create for myself.

 
In short, I am grateful for everything. Even the fact that it's only Tuesday, because unless something devastatingly unexpected occurs, I am assured of having a Wednesday.


Not everyone can say that.


I try to remember...

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

I thought it was going to be a normal morning

But then I remembered I have to be somewhere at a certain time and it all went downhill. 






Here's me, thinking that it was a lovely morning, listening to the birds chirping, scratching Stella's back with my toe while she's lying underneath my desk. All very peaceful - then BLAMMO! You know the "oh dang, what am I going to wear!" and "@#%&@!" as I poked myself in the eye with my mascara! Gotta go.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Woman of Little Attention Span

Sitting here with my coffee (of course), I have come to accept the fact that I only have attention span for a few major passions at a time. I say "accept" because I've always "known" this about myself-I've just fought it my whole life. I've always said "oh, I'll water the plants when I get home from rehearsal," or "I'll shedding blade the dogs after I get off the treadmill." You know the stuff we say to ourselves. What does it get us, well-me? It gets me dead plants and tumbling tumbleweeds of dog fur throughout the house. Super Woman stuff. The stuff of people with boundless physical and mental energy. I find that my mental energy wears out much earlier than my physical.

Writing is one of the things I truly enjoy, but I put it off for the perfect time. Truth is, there is no perfect time. You have to write when the feeling moves you. You have to put whatever you're doing aside and just write.

This blog will probably end up with several pages, because I get so many ideas and fantasize so much. More than likely my writing will have at least one reference to coffee. Or wine. My major liquid inspirations.

Right now, I'm working really hard at overcoming what I feel is an energy zapping situation in my life. I can't eliminate this zapper quite yet, so I have to find better ways of dealing with it. It's all up to me, right? You see signs and memes and hear all about how we shape our own environments. OK. Let's raise our mugs to me actually doing this instead of just agreeing and hear-hearing.

Excuse me. Right now, I have to untangle our pug from the collection of wires underneath my desk.


Monday, January 12, 2015

So, it's January

Happy New Year to all!

We're into it now, everyone! It's 6:00 a.m., and I'm sipping my coffee while listening to the traffic report on the radio about slick roads and cars into telephone poles - on and on.  Sigh.

Did you make any resolutions for the year? I did - mostly having to do with health stuff. Not the usual weight loss resolution. I made a resolution to do the stuff I've been putting off. For instance, I haven't been to the dentist in seven years, so I'm making an appointment to go see the dentist. I know, I'm a scaredy-cat - ok? Everyone has something they're afraid of. I often do those quizzes on-line...you know the ones like "What Color is Your Soul?" - well, when they ask you what you're afraid of, I always have to say "other," because frankly, I'd rather try skydiving than go to the dentist. Going to the dentist is never a choice in those quizzes.

Just in case you're wondering, I have nice teeth. 

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Soggy sodden slippery slimy

It's Labor Day weekend and it's raining liking a crazy raining thing!  I know I shouldn't complain.There are so many parts of the country that are in deep drought. Or on fire. Here in the east however we have a different problem...it's called flooding. I've often contemplated the irony of the weather this summer, and I must say that I've had enough of the weather's sense of humor.

I'm on the porch with my laptop watching the drops of rain fall. I'm listening to the Pandora station called French Cafe. It's a station I reserve for bright, sunny, warm days. I'm trying to encourage the sun. They say if you believe hard enough in something it will happen. So, let's all chant together "I do believe in sun, I do believe in sun." Phooey.

Oh well, here's a bit of fun stuff I worked on this morning. Of course, it's about coffee.


So, what to do? I think I'll throw on my waders and take the Brown Dog for a walk. Why not embrace the wetness? Take that, you cloud!

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


Ok, I'm freezing.  It's 56 degrees, in JULY!  Not good, not good at all.  I admit it.  After 11:00 a.m. or so, I usually don't have any more coffee.  Today will be a different story...I'll be needing it to stay awake and stay warm.  Ridiculousness!  I refuse to turn on the furnace in July.  Period.  End of story.

Ok, thanks for letting me vent.