Hey, remember those innocent bygone days of the 2008 election? The candidate with the ears whom I'd barely heard of beat out Hillary and went onto win a second term? McCain sunk his own ship by joining forces with that dingbat who could see Russia from her porch? God we were naive. Anyhooo, the feeding … Continue reading Dialing for Democracy
Berthoud Weekly Surveyor
Published with permission by the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor After a few heartbreaking false starts, it appears that spring may finally be ready to stick around. Well, at least until it snows tomorrow. I can handle precipitation as long as it’s not frozen and accompanied by frigid winds. I’m more than a little whiny these days. … Continue reading Post-hibernation homework
Matrimony: The Musical?
For someone who has never been married I seemingly have a lot to say about the Big Day, thanks in part to the Surveyor's annual bridal section. If you like this musing on music, you may enjoy my thoughts on ugly bridesmaid dresses. No wedding reception is complete without romantic music and cheesy ballads to … Continue reading Matrimony: The Musical?
Concerning cup holders
Reprinted with permission of the Berthoud SurveyorMy 14-year-old car is perfect in many ways. I’ve had to do minimal maintenance on it beyond the usual and it’s only stranded me once. It’s not very pretty anymore but I do my best thinking in the dinged up Honda sedan and I dread the day I have … Continue reading Concerning cup holders
Reprinted with permission from the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor I recently passed that dreaded mid-century milestone, and once I finished crying over the AARP application I received in the mail, I realized that 50 isn’t quite what it used to be. Neither is 40, 60, 70 and so on, for that matter. It’s not just my … Continue reading Mid-century defiance
A creepy little Halloween treat for you. Reprinted with permission from the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor. The old man stood on his porch, glaring at the vandalized front yard. His lips were pursed with anger while he gripped the coffee mug so tightly the skin over his bony knuckles glowed white. A gentle breeze carried a … Continue reading Spider man