Three Nights on the High Seas as a Minority…

God, all these Australians! They’re everywhere! Someone screams Aussie Aussie, Aussie!! And the whole room roars OY OY OY!!! We’re on our three night shortie cruise from Vancouver to Los Angeles, which, interestingly enough, continues across the Pacific and eventually winds up in... Sydney. For all that we’re surrounded by Roos (and they’re really nice … Continue reading Three Nights on the High Seas as a Minority… →

Think You Might Overeat On A Cruise? Read This…

If by chance you do indulge In things that make intestines bulge Groan and moan and then explode Pray DO NOT waddle from your small abode To seek assistance of the chemical kind At the shops or from medical minds For your small space will soon become A form of a miserable, depressing dungeon As … Continue reading Think You Might Overeat On A Cruise? Read This… →

Yes, We Have No Bananas…

Clearly, my subconscious thinks I'm an idiot. Backstory: I love dried bananas. Yuuuuuum!! Since I no longer eat refined sugar, sweet natural things are my treats. I buy three packs of bananas from Costco, let them ripen then slice and put those tasty little morsels in the dehydrator. 12 hours or so at 165 degrees … Continue reading Yes, We Have No Bananas… →

Okay…You Got Me.

Got up at 2:15 to catch a 5:30 flight outta LAX to DC via BWI. Hair still mostly braided, mildly grubby grey t-shirt, walking with a gimp, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. That did not stop me from heading to Whole Foods for provisions. If I hafta spend three days … Continue reading Okay…You Got Me. →

Waiting for the Stall

Getting used to the French practice of restrooms is taking...well, some getting used to. I have NO problem paying 70 euro cents (to which they frequently refer as “centimes”, which I find really delightful... before we left, my mother sweetly produced French francs for us, in case we needed to piddle, forgetting about the euros... … Continue reading Waiting for the Stall →

Watching Soccer the French Way

I think I've been spoiled by the American stadiums, because Parc des Princes Stadium in Paris is...um... well... The best part was I was using a cane due to knee problems and wow, they hustled us straight through the disabled line, no wait for me there. We figured we’d eat dinner there, being used to, … Continue reading Watching Soccer the French Way →

Dealing with Sadistic Elevators while Mildly Intoxicated

I’ve got torn meniscus on both sides of my left knee, so it only puts up with so many stairs before it starts seriously objecting. The French Metro, on the other hand, is a miracle of ups and downs to get to the various platforms and, being constructed in 1900, it’s not what you’d consider … Continue reading Dealing with Sadistic Elevators while Mildly Intoxicated →

Drying Your Paws Without Wetting Them…

So yesterday was a mad dash back from the worksite, as we’re leaving for the Paris/London adventure today. Landed at Burbank and, as usual, while I waited for my bag to arrive at the outdoor Southwest bag claim, I availed myself of the nearby ladies’ loo. I’ve neve been able to make that damn paper … Continue reading Drying Your Paws Without Wetting Them… →

Wisconsin in April…

I’m spending two weeks here in Wisconsin again. Same hotel, same hotel ROOM as two weeks ago. I went to the grocery in my little soda can with four wheels when I got here Monday (really, Hertz? I’m supposed to be President’s Gold Unicorn Fart Club, where’s my Masarati? Or at least a Ford Fusion, … Continue reading Wisconsin in April… →

A Dog’s Litter Box

I don't know about you all, but seriously, Abby loathes the rain. And personally, I'm no great fan of following the damn hound as she alternatively careens around the garden and slowly shuffles through the mud as I try to cover both she and I with an outsized umbrella while she contemplates the perfect spot … Continue reading A Dog’s Litter Box →