SixtyUp

My out-of-town company left for home yesterday and now I must switch gears, from delighted hostess and devoted friend, back to every-day real life. (insert large deliciously wet raspberry HERE)My natural first stop is the keyboard. Sitting here and blogging is both a great way to muster mind and energy, and a marvelous distraction from actually doing anything. But despite the clattering...

We have an appointment to take our cat, Flickie in for her yearly shots this afternoon. The tricky bit will be locating and capturing her prior to the drive to Bandon. Locking her in would be fruitless so we rely on the fact that if I go outside to sit on the deck she will materialize from her hidey-hole and with luck will allow herself to be pounced upon. Chancey that. She is...

I'm not the best housekeeper in the world. Not even close. My house is not a complete disaster (nothing is perfect!) and I've been in much worse places, but the dust bunnies here have metamorphosed into dust dinosaurs and there are always spider condos developing in the corners. Well, spider webs aren't much of an example are they? Those industrious beasties can erect full apartment...

I've been doing a few turns in the emotional dumps recently, worrying about a dear pal who is facing breast cancer surgery and being generally overwhelmed by the world. The above mentioned friend was nearly ready for a long planned visit and the Big C derailed our locomotive. We're both less than thrilled about the cancellation and the dratted reason for it.Okay, I admit to the awful...

I answered my telephone a few minutes ago to hear a cheery voice asking me on behalf of "XYZ Research Group" for my opinion on such- and-such, another in an almost daily series of calls from various pollster organizations. I answered with my standard "I'm not interested in giving my opinion!" and hang up. Obviously from the fact I blog that statement is an out and out lie.First of all,...

A friend sent me a link to a NY Times editorial on the proposed animal rights bill coming up for a vote in California. I read the article with some interest because it was sent by a good thoughtful friend and because the author had an opinion that reflects my own. I'm a meat eater, occasionally feeling guilty about it, but unlikely to change into a vegetarian. I love a good hamburger, a steak off...

What is it with scheduling events and time? My life seems to run from the extreme of lots of time and nothing particular to do, OR a bizillion things to do and no time for them all. Isn't there some lovely Garden-of-Edenish place in the middle where: hours=energy=projects? Okay, I have a sneaking suspicion, that I refuse to examine closely, that suggests the problem lies somewhere...