Give Me Your Best Shot

And so, I’m back in front of Hemingway with a cup of coffee a safe distance away.  We got to Glasgow after dark on Christmas Eve, met with hugs and pretzels.  We then settled down to watch Bad Santa for the second time in 24 hours.  Followed by Mr Popper’s Penguins, during which I fell … Continue reading Give Me Your Best Shot

It’s Not About The Stuff

And so, I may be sitting here listening to music, getting ready to break open the Baileys and watch an episode of The Sopranos before we get the train to Glasgow tomorrow.  There was one last traipse around the mall today.  I came home with a headache and a realisation, as I do every year.  … Continue reading It’s Not About The Stuff

Must Shake Things Up

This was my do not want list for 2011.  Except for a few items, it worked.  So I've been thinking on another one. I won't have time for the following things next year.  Because I'll be having too much fun concentrating on other things.   Boredom.  I used to say that bored people weren't creative … Continue reading Must Shake Things Up

Proof of Pumpkin

After Thanksgiving, I waxed nostalgic about canned pumpkin.  My friend who writes at Calypte's Scanner Diary, told me where I might find some.  And today, Sarge comes home from Christmas shopping with two cans of this lovely stuff:   I like how the light is shining on the can.  As if it's been sent by … Continue reading Proof of Pumpkin

An Open Letter to the Vet

What follows is the text of the letter going along with CJ to her vet's visit today: Hi, This is CJ.  She's 9.  She's being re-homed up North, due to my boyfriend's allergies.  We used to live on a farm, but she's been a flat-cat since 2005, when we moved to Glasgow. She is third-generation … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Vet

I Don’t Sleep With My Colleagues

Sarge and I still date. Each other. It’s allowed. And also important. When he’s working late, and I’m not working enough, dating is a way for us to remember what the other one looks like without tired eyes (his) or PMS (mine). These days, our dates are weekend trips to the movies after having coffee … Continue reading I Don’t Sleep With My Colleagues