Creepy. I don’t have a good illustrative example handy; one of the usual a**holes said this today and it struck me enough to write it down. “Did you like that? Did you like that? Huh?” I hate it when people stand over you and feed off your reaction. It’s like they get a sexual thrill […]

Deep and meaningful. I haven’t written anything deep and meaningful lately. So: One of the nurses at the nursing home I used to work at in SD had anorexia. That is, she had had anorexia, and she still had it, but she had it under control. Except she’d get upset if you said she was

Fourth of July. I took Ray to a barbecue Saturday night in Falcon. Some people at work were throwing a party (very nice people, polite, congenial, the kind of people that actually make you feel at home after they stop telling you to make yourself at home) and invited us to come–I don’t normally go

Excuse me while I complain. I slept with Ray last night. Normally, she sleeps until 7:30 or so. Nope. After a night of tossing and turning, she was ready for daylight at a quarter to six. I keep telling myself, “You, by the weirdness that is the business world, have an extra day off. It

Woo Ha! I’m done with the second draft of my novel. Went from 483 pages to 400 pages. Still a looong way to go.

Poop. We went to the Garden of the Gods this morning and walked along the horse trails. This is so we could see the horses. Ray can talk now; her conversation went like this. “Wook, mamma! Poop! Lotsa poop! Horse poop!” We did see two groups of horses. The second group stopped so the guide

New thing. There was an orgy of coloring at our house yesterday. Ray will now color stuff instead of just making color waves on the page. I taped it all to the walls at her eye level. The search term is “printables.”

More outside. @#$& pool. “Looks like the worlds biggest diaphragm,” Lee said. I got another one. It, too, has a leak in the wall somewhere. @#$& pools. I went through the closet with all the camping stuff, said to myself, hey, when are we going to go camping again? and pitched the tent in the

Outside. I’ve been blogging a little over two years now. (This is not a “going to put the blog on hold” message. By the time I got my lazy butt worked up to do it, I’d have chaned my mind.) Over the last two years, I’ve learned that my ability to be distracted with bright,

Gods. Recipe for a god: *1 or more locus or domain (god of the west river, god of dreams) *1 or more miracle or power *1 or more omen or portents (omens inform your followers that you’re going to do something, portents inform your followers that you want something) *1 or more sacrifices or sacred