Listening is not a spectator sport

Listening is not a spectator sport

Houseguests. Like regrets, we’ve had a few… too many. So many that the accumulative time exceeds three years since we moved to CA. in 1979. There’s a near-universal theme to the visits in the past dozen years: the guests expect that we will squire...
The Multi-Tasks of Time Change

The Multi-Tasks of Time Change

Time change. The good news: it didn’t blight Halloween trick-or-treat, our neighborhood delight. The bad news: a plethora of onerous tasks occur at this perennial juncture. It’s become our habit to change the batteries in our home’s smoke alarms....
Caught in a Loop

Caught in a Loop

I’ve been stuck in loops lately. Phone calls to physician’s offices to schedule an appointment. Phone calls to receive help with a computer issue. Even when attempting to sign in to Twitter, which I seldom ever do. Though I have my plethora of passwords...
Existential Ennui

Existential Ennui

Existential Ennui. Do you feel it? Does it exist? Holy Crap! I swear I never want to read the phrase again – I will gag if I see it in print. I will elect an out-of-this-world experience… for the perp who writes it. It’s become the most overdone word...
Middle Girth

Middle Girth

I was never a fan of The Lord of the Rings. Bilbo Baggins was never my friend or role model. Too many pages of tiny typeface read in a paperback rather than a college textbook… back in the day, I wanted to earn an A. At present, I’m especially not a fan of...