SECRETS…

PEAKING Call them what you will: new year's resolutions, personal goals, self-improvements, better behaviors or realistic wishful thinking. My Reader has already made a new and improved list of resolutions for the 2015 new year. This IS a new beginning.  I've read My Reader's list. It is impressive.  No! It is better than impressive it... Continue Reading →

  At first it was curiosity and wondering about a word. Then mental machinations and mindless wanderings took the high road and soon profound curiosity became a fever-pitched research obsession. It was all about a word, and the word was G-R-E-A-T-N-E-S-S. A good word GREATNESS. A great word. Greatness (n.): from the adjective GREAT to... Continue Reading →

IF I WROTE TO YOU…

WHITE CHAIRIf I wrote to you would you answer?Not because you won’t but because you haven’t.Is it because of all those things I said on pages? I don’t know what else to say that would erase all those words expressed with pen to paper. On those pages euphoria of time and place got the better... Continue Reading →

BORROWED LINES…

My Reader believes that we are what we quote, undoubtedly because of the folder I keep stuffed with scraps of paper of others’ words, albeit quotes, that resonate to the core. The folder on my desk is a cornucopia of borrowed lines. Words written by the famous, infamous, and sometimes nefarious goons who, on occasion,... Continue Reading →

UNEVEN TEARS…TWO

 To save time I shall paraphrase the proclamate found on the ABOUT JOTS page: “…non-bearing of grudges and certainly no annoying voices of gripes, vexed-ness, and/or bad attitudes.”  Much to My Readers dismay, and with shovel in hand to better dig the hole deeper, I shall also direct My Reader to HALF-TRUTHS. A post written... Continue Reading →

RING-RING-RING…

Well, hello there, Friend! Hey, Saint, whatcha doin’? Playing with my iPad. Again? Still? I wonder about you because that’s what you always say.  So, how’s Mrs. Saint? Taking her usual morning-afternoon-early evening nap. You’re really not so busy, then? Got a minute? I’ve got something of great importance to say...something I thought I'd never... Continue Reading →

VISUAL TERRAIN…

Just ONE reason (and there are many more) the Pacific Northwest state of Oregon is so beautiful is because...we get a lot of rain. True Oregonians don’t measure our annual rainfall in inches. Forget that. We go for yards or meters. That is a lot of wet, and when our yards/meters of precipitation  begins to... Continue Reading →

HALF AND HALF, and HALF…

There’s something to be said about the English language. Language can be directionally challenged. Final destination or designation unknown. Which brings me to My Reader who is currently knee-deep in the “to-ma-toe” versus “toe-may-toe” dispute.  Having said that...add nuance, syntax, stuff and other stuff. The question is:  Is it allowable to be knackered in your... Continue Reading →

BENCH PRESSED…

It is difficult to fathom that summer is quickly but quietly eroding into another season. "What happened to all those sun-filled days?" will soon be a question asked by all  true-blue Portlandians who long for sun weather, but also wet weather...and then continually complain about both.  No matter. My Reader is polishing the wellies (including... Continue Reading →

THE FINAL QUESTION…

A year ago, my best bud Jane and I traveled half-way around the world, London, England, to visit three of my best girlfriends and their families,  travel the South Devon coast, and soak up the love of lasting friendships…and satisfy my longing of a country I once called home. My Reader knows where to find... Continue Reading →

OUR BENCH…

What can you write about…a bench? Why would you write about a bench? It is  something you sit on. It comes in all shapes, sizes, and materials. Bench. Ordinary. You can sit on a bench alone. With a friend. With many friends. Old and young. With strangers. Old or young. Benches can be found…anywhere. In... Continue Reading →

INNUENDO…OR WAS IT SOMETHING I ACTUALLY SAID?

For the umpteenth time in too many months…I’ve rubbish-binned VIAGRA and CIALIS advertisements from my email in-box. I've complained, moaned and groaned to wax-plugged ears...mainly My Reader...only because I am not talking about a few penis-related SPAM entries... I'm talking about a lot...an embarrassing...A LOT! What gives? I'm female. Of a certain age. Old enough to have had... My Reader interrupts, ... Continue Reading →

[ALMOST] ALWAYS FOLLOW THE RULES…

My Reader reminded me yesterday that Christmas is coming. That reminder can only mean that My Reader has begun to make THE LIST. A numbered list. A many numbered list. Not a good sign. Which brings me to...numbers, and while I'm at it....might as well mention some unfinished business and...pesky rules. Again. Neither of which... Continue Reading →

BEACHING THE BOAT….

It came to me several bed-times ago. It was a blazing, full on coloured, screaming in the night…..nightmare. I had lost my way. Essentially, I was lost and fighting my way back to being found. There are some events in life we  can attempt to control. Conscience. Controlled. Choices. Which ice cream to buy: light,... Continue Reading →

KILLING ME SOFTLY…

*gasping* times two…this just isn’t helping me at all and I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because I am. My Reader is beginning to nod affirmatively over the plethora of awards to be awarded, award “badges” (similar to Girl Scout achievements…however not to be sewn on to any body part…and Warned: DO NOT TRY THIS... Continue Reading →

BREAKING RULES…

I already know that My Reader is not going to believe what I’ve done to keep from writing this much-needed award recognition from: I'm Not Lost Just Weird, jensine, Zen and Genki, and last, but not least, BASED ON A TRUE STORY. Below is a bone fide list of “working avoidance tasks”  I’ve used and ... Continue Reading →

ABOUT RUTH: The Mother Before

I’m going through old photographs looking for clues of a life now almost gone. I can see that The Mother was a beauty, but not the 1940’s Hollywood type beauty. Yes, the pleated and wide-legged slacks, fitted-waist peplum over-blouse, the burnt-red henna hair but not quite the Lucille Ball colour, the bright red lipstick. All... Continue Reading →

ABOUT RUTH: The Lost Family

As those two memories go they are sharp and clear because they happened on the very same day. That is what cemented both. Into solid childhood ground. I think The Reader has, probably, had some incidents or events that they can almost smell because they’ve remembered them so well, and for so long? I’m hoping... Continue Reading →

STILL IN…LOVE…LYLE LOV… PART 2

Yesterday was one of those delirious yet delicious happy days. Therefore, this is going to be one of those delirious yet delicious happy stories that may not go down well especially if My Reader woke up this morning in a bad-ass mood and  is not  in a delirious-delicious happy receiving mindful place. I’ll be kind... Continue Reading →

FALLING OFF THE EDGE…

I think my last post was...well, it was some time ago. This is not an excuse for not writing...but since that last post I've dedicated a lot of hours reading other web postings, and have tried to find a happy medium between my own thoughts and...others.  I've thought of it as gathering seeds. Of weeding... Continue Reading →

MY BRA IS TOO TIGHT…

I’m on my way to see my Mother and Step-Father at the assisted living facility where they have lived for the past three years. I’ve taken great care in dressing this morning since I’m meeting with an administrator to discuss their care: past, present and future. Actually, since they will both be 89 years old... Continue Reading →

WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN…

I turned sixty-four last year...which means, by the sequential rules of maths, I will turn sixty-five this year.  My  birthday is several months away but My Reader knows and understands that the light bulb has been glowing but has not been fully illuminated to the albeit dimly lit, soon-to-be reality of the happy sixty-five birthday... Continue Reading →

NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT.

I bet you are thinking I have meant to say "Nothing to write home about." You'd be wrong. I have said what I meant to say, that I really have nothing to write about. This is after 16 hours of reading blogs written by other...people...you other guys.  I'm going to call you those people only... Continue Reading →

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