Well, it’s Sunday and I’m on the road again. Time to find another temporary Episcopal home for the morning. Beloved and I had been discussing it, and she found one “Believe Out Loud” congregation – meeting at 5:30pm. Eck. Sunday evenings… not so much, thanks. As a kid I went to the 8:30 service and … Continue reading Ice Skating During Eucharist
We’re having Bedroom Issues, Beloved and I. Not the kind to which your dirty little minds immediately flit... but... the more troublesome Bed Insufficiency. The animal lovers among us can relate. May I present evidentiary piece #1. The damn hound has made the center of (god,you know I just typed “her bed” instead of “our … Continue reading Bedroom Issues in the Land of Dog
The marks on the carpet were faint, but suspicious. When you own a beagle, or part beagle, as we do, your o-shit-o-meter goes haywire when you see marks on carpet after you've been out, especially when someone else has been watching your hound. Christmas eve services were lovely. Quite beautiful. Got home after midnight... Blondie … Continue reading The Stealthy Hound
From the time Abby the puggle was a puppy, the house next to my parents was vacant – so growing up, when my mom took her for short walks (and to check on the property), they would walk around the house – across the driveway, around the far side of the house (there are large … Continue reading The Dog, the Rector and the Ant Hill Honey Dance
I love my son, dearly and beyond measure, but at times he makes me seriously bonko. Strangely, he seems to feel the same about me. He’s now 22, and it doesn’t seem to be changing. I suppose we’re gonna have to settle in and deal with it. He drove me to the airport this morning. … Continue reading Getting Your Kids to Pull the Plug…On a Budget?
My mom is not one to complain, but when she couldn’t make her earphones work for the seatback entertainment system on the American Airlines ride home from Miami - LA, I tried to plug them in for her. “You know, deah,” she said mildly, “I DO know how to plug in a set of headphones.” … Continue reading Multi-Generational Travel…
Imagine having professional photographers take as many pictures of you as you want, provided you can handle any potentially impatient people waiting their turn for the same treatment. On the first day of the cruise, Mummy bought the unlimited photo package, so every photo containing herself OR Blondie (her roommate and granddaughter) are hers to … Continue reading Picture This…
Tossed our sorry asses outta bed at six...me, beloved and Blondie (the daughter), off to cuddle some stingrays (again... for those who don’t remember my prior adventures with a half-blind bitey stingray and would like to know, it’s in the menu for this blog). Stuffed ourselves into still-mildly damp swimming cozzies. Choked down breakfast and … Continue reading Turtles, Stingrays and Rusty Busses
We had dinner this evening at the upscale (read: $29 bonus charge) restaurant... actually, they call it a cafe... and for an extra 58 smackers on toppa our cruise fare, a cafe? Still, it was an incentive for booking, so we didn't actually pay for it. The Bayou Cafe. For all who know me, and … Continue reading From the Bloody Depths of Mudbug Soup…
Anchorage Pride...Drag queens! Trannies! Ecstatic baby dykes! The whole complement was in attendance, which was great. And 48, count them forty eight entrants in the parade. Holy moly. There were a lot of businesses who desperately want to let the LGBTQ community know they love us. (They know where the disposable income lies, and it’s … Continue reading The Ottoman at Pride
Examining Misadventures 