There were few bugs in Costa Rica during our recent trip there -- and surprisingly few mosquitoes, given what I'm used to at this time of year in the DMV area.
Though I will note -- and it was witnessed by a few people -- I did have a streak going with four…
My neighborhood.
My parking spot.
My front porch.
My door.
My hallway.
My living room, office, kitchen, bedroom and more.
My bath.
Oh, my bathtub.
My space. My home. My place.
My vibe. My choices. My home.
Yes, I loved the travel to other lands. Yes, I loved the trip, the wedding, the connecting with family. Yes, I loved the celebration, the people, the joy.
And,…
One of my Uber Chronicles stories.
My next passenger looks to be in his early 30s. White, medium height and medium build. Blond. He’s wearing a Washington Nationals baseball cap. I’m taking him to a friend’s home in Chevy Chase, a very nice neighborhood right outside of D.C.
I notice the car in…
I’m a horizontal filer.
The vertical filers, who assume their way is right because office products are made primarily to support their filing style, call us pilers, or stackers, or maybe even slobs. Well, they can call me and my kind what they want, but I am what I am, I know others who share similar…
The garden-fresh zucchini season is slowing down a bit in my neck of the woods. For those with zucchini plants, the idea of eating more zucchini — at this point in time — may be simply appalling. (Today, I sat next to someone at a picnic who was eating a zucchini brownie … Things are getting crazy…
Bolting endive. Yes, it's hot outside.
The cool-weather greens stand not a chance. Their season has ended; time for the summer fruits and vegetables to begin to mature and ripen. How I love the turning of the seasons.
There was a time in my life when I spent many hours each month in the presence of pigs. Big pigs, little pigs. Momma pigs and daddy pigs. Sibling pigs. Pigs in packs. Pigs in puddles. Pigs in piles. Oh, to hang out in a wooded enclosure, leaning up against bunch of 200-lb pigs, all…
What an odd site to come upon: a recently dead bluejay on the side of the road. I'm guessing it was hit by a car or truck and killed, but, then again, I'm guessing. Could have been poisoned by some something or other.
Drawers and containers
Most people pack their bags and suitcases rather tightly when they are preparing for Burning Man. So what happens when you get there? You open your suitcase or bin and go digging through all that tightly packed gear for an item or two. You take a few things out of your bins…
This simple meal keeps me sustained. It’s my go-to meal/snack, morning, noon or night when I needed something quick, tasty and nutritious. Here’s the simplest version of what I make, and, as you can probably see, variations abound.
The eggs, like my photo orientation, are scrambled. Ingredients
1 good egg
½ cup of cooked rice…
Moons back, when I was in my late 20s, my brother and sister were both teaching in Namibia, and my mother--in an expression of largesse and adventure--offered to cover the expenses for the four of us to take a trip together during an extended school break.
So, off we went.
We were stuffed into a VW Golf…
As the final episodes of Ted Lasso came upon us, I found myself in a state of longing to know how the story unfolded with an unexpected sadness for the story to come to an end. I found myself searching the internet for some show-ending predictions, to see if they matched up with what I…
