Searching for honesty. Integrity not just honesty. This goes under notes for writing.
Searching for honesty, integrity and a mots justes, which simply translates to the right words. It is so much more!
Category Archives: Imagine
Miniaturized
A little gazebo in which we can entertain each other, reading to each other from books, passing tea cups across the coffee table is a dream space, a play space.
It’s full of reveals
What do you enjoy most about writing?
As I write, I find one thought, one idea, or kernel of an idea leading me to more.
Sometimes, a simple premise will reveal layers of interesting and unexpected notions.
Who knew I had such depths of feeling about a kiwi?
Greetings
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
I never noticed this before, but we oldies nod and smile as we pass on the street.
I was going to blame my lack of attention to this being a new phenomenon or to me being new to oldness.
Truly doubt either proposition.
It is kind of nice, a recognition of our cohort in a population of carriages or bikes.
Over the moon
Ok. Now I feel foolish.
The weather site just showed me that the moon was set to set around 2 in the afternoon.
Not to belabor this “news,” but I am processing the information. A slow learner looks like.
I didn’t know that. I didn’t know a.m. there was a moonrise followed by a moonset.
According to this, it’s out from just before 1 a.m.
This indicates that we’ve got moon about 14 hours.
Treats! Or Tricks
Maybe it’s just that I associate both “treat” and “trick” with your pup that I have come with a brilliant new meme for Halloween.
“Tricks for Treats!”
Get it?
Beta Blocks
In my mythology of the world, clouds are a fragile world we cannot visit.
They are too delicate to bear our weight.
After all, they are the nebula as reflected in their status as “nebulous.”
Once upon a time
Your life without a computer: what does it look like?
So, yes, back in the day, we just did not have connecting devices. We used to type. On a typewriter!
We didn’t have email, so we took our typed letters to the post office; we put them in an envelope, affixed a stamp, and mailed them. Mail not e-mail. No instant messages or texts either.
Social media? Ha. To be social, we’d have parties with our friends.
Invitations to those were either via mail or we’d call. There was a time when there wasn’t v.m. even on those clunky land lines.
Oh, and you had to stand still while on the phone because (get this!) It wasn’t portable. There was a wire connecting it to the wall.
Hominoids
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
🚹🚺🚻🦄👨🏫🤷♀️👩⚖️🧎♂️🫂Evolution has evolved since I was a student. The human family tree has many new unexpected branches.
Can the average shmoo like me ever keep up?
I was remembering
So today, I was thinking of my days teaching kindergarten. There was a boy named Chris Cohen, and as if it weren’t confusing enough for him, he somehow had a Chinese grandmother. Chris [yes short for Christian] had been adopted as a baby. His father was the aforementioned Cohen, but his mother appeared to be a shiksa.
Neither parent was Asian and Chris himself was black.
As I ruminated on this aspect of my life, I also realized that other people’s memories may not hold all that much fascination. Do you find that to be true?
All The Best 