Fool Me Twice

We were dirty people. Even after the kids grew up and were no longer trailing their childhood detritus behind them and leaving handprints everywhere like fingerpainters run amok, we were dirty.

Hair

Hair is a major issue in our family.

Gherkin Games

          I’m off to try my hand at pickleball today, a game that looks to me like a junior version of tennis.

From the 'What was I thinking?' department

          I’ve been casting about for things to become involved in, here at our winter digs.

Pride Goeth

          Oh dear.

No dust on my technical skills

The smokescreen of excuses that have served me well for the past few months (Thanksgiving is coming, Christmas shopping to do, cleaning up after Christmas, migration to Florida) has cleared and I’m forced to face reality: I’m 36,000 words into book #3 and have at least that much still to go.

North to South

We haven’t done anything particularly Florida-ish now that we’re here. We haven’t consumed one drink sporting an umbrella or walked hand-in-hand along the beach dressed all in white like those people of a certain age you see in ads for hearing aids, or perhaps laxatives.