We landed at Eppley Field in Omaha and Beloved found a restaurant on Yelp. 4.3 miles away, perfect! We pull out of the rental car lot and the signs show ALL five possible freeways are to the right. "Waze says turn left" she tells me. "Left? LEFT? All the freeways are to the right… And … Continue reading Driving with Electronic “Assistance”
It’s All Fun & Games…
I’m in pain. Pain, I tell you. The cutthroat Cribbage competition is underway. Each family holiday in Yosemite we have such a contest, primarily at the behest of my dad, who taught us to play and loved the game. This is our first return trip since he passed in 2015. Typically, we go to a … Continue reading It’s All Fun & Games…
Critters and the Car…
I went out to plug in the electric car this morning, in the bright Yosemite sunshine, and something moved as I opened the cover. Then it blinked. “YAAAAAAAAAH” I shouted, especially since Blondie (daughter) and her boyfriend, Beloved, and my sister met up with a rattler on their hike yesterday. Of course, a snake wouldn’t FIT in … Continue reading Critters and the Car…
Testing the CBD
I hope the neighbors move out soon. They don’t appreciate my humor. One of my wackadoodle, completely useless talents is the ability to rhyme. And sing. My family is astonishingly tolerant of my bursting into song about whatever occurs to me, usually sung to a show tune or a hymn. Frequently ribald, sometimes just rude, other … Continue reading Testing the CBD
Remembering the Jello
You know when you thought it would be soooo awesome to pourJello in the pool and bounce around on it? Yeaaaaah. No, we don’t have a pool at this vacation cabin in Yosemite, but this place we’re renting has a mattress that’s a remarkable approximation. Except it’s not a pool, it’s the size of a … Continue reading Remembering the Jello
The Dog’s a Stoner…
Okay, so one’s stoned, the other’s a total witch. Honestly. So Abby the puggle’s mental state is deteriorating, not terribly surprising for a 14 year old. Add the fact that she’s mostly blind, almost completely deaf and her honker works only at close range, and she’s a pathetic little pup. But she's still adorable and so … Continue reading The Dog’s a Stoner…
Damn Cat’s a Lover…
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
Travels with Granny
Traveling with my mom is a hoot.
I Can’t Take Them Anywhere…
My mother should be locked up. Granny to all who aren’t born within 20 or years of her, she’s tiny - 4’10” and skinny as all hell (yes, I know her weight but I’m not stupid, y’know…) so when she drinks, bless her, well… she’s a cheap date. Which is not to say she’s got … Continue reading I Can’t Take Them Anywhere…
Breakthroughs in a Bad Way
“Is headache a symptom?” She asked, not quite believing what I was suggesting. After all, my 83 year old mother received her second Pfizer shot a month earlier. However, she’d had a bad headache unlike any she’d had before for four days, and she commented she’d been sleeping during the day too, much more than … Continue reading Breakthroughs in a Bad Way
Examining Misadventures 