Arte Johnson would be proud

     Whatever the opposite of claustrophobia is, Mamie has it. 

State of Schizophrenia

Sometimes Florida feels like a foreign country.

We're not in Massachusetts anymore

I snoozed right through the lightning and the thunder, but at 3:30 last night I woke up instead to the Dog Alarm.

Dance Disfunction

After arriving here in Florida on Monday, and enjoying four happily slothful days, I finally made it to the Y this morning. I had pored over the huge lists of classes available (this YMCA is enormous), discarding anything that said “high intensity” or “challenging”. I decided on “Dance Fit”, which sounded a little like the low-impact aerobics I love back home.

Florida Troll

I thought I’d spotted a troll today. Not a big one, so instead possibly a hobbit with scoliosis, a short figure with a rounded back.

Trashcan Blues

My life is now garbage. Or at least, focused on garbage.

The Egg and I

(Apologies to Betty MacDonald for stealing her title, but I couldn't resist. Very funny book, by the way, even if it did come out in 1945.)

          Today’s Marketplace morning report on NPR announced that the country is experiencing a glut of eggs, a phenomenon we’re experiencing right here at home.