The difference between the first and second picture: 12 inches and a shadow. In reality they’re all deeply, brilliantly blue.


My friend Joanie first taught me about shadows and light and for that I thank her, because I look for it everywhere now. 😉
drowning at 7 feet sea level
The difference between the first and second picture: 12 inches and a shadow. In reality they’re all deeply, brilliantly blue.


My friend Joanie first taught me about shadows and light and for that I thank her, because I look for it everywhere now. 😉
…for the FedEx truck! Or Amazon, or UPS… well, you get the picture.

I took this early one morning on the beach… many years ago. It’s been living on my desktop, prodding me to remember things I’d forget as the days go by..
Such as… we are not alone -we are never alone. We have family, friends, all the saints in heaven, guardian angels, not to mention the Holy Trinity and our heavenly Mother, Mary.
And it always reminds me that 99% of the time, we have no control… over anything. Drink that in and ponder on how short life can be.. I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying my time on this rock, grateful for what’s been given and what’s been earned… and even taken away.
Hope you are, too.
We’re praying for those afflicted with COVID and the souls of the departed. Our emergency services, medical staff, military and grocery stores that keep us fed.
God bless us, everyone.
I’ve been pressure cleaning in the back…. well, along with getting stuck into Joanie’s List of Alternative viewing! Currently watching the Great Pottery Throwdown and love it! Never dabbled myself, but the people are so creative!
Anyhoo… here’s Badgy with her newly shaved rear end. Yes, I’m laughing. No, I haven’t completed the pressure cleaning. 😉

Maisy Grace, light shining on her, hunting. Just thought it was cool. And she’s been shaved as well. Hey, it’s hot here already… which is actually not the reason Badger’s pants were taken down. Heh.

Saw this on the net this morning and since it’s one of the few positive things I’ve seen in awhile, thought to share.

Praying you and yours are well.
Are you bored? Surprisingly enough, me too.
What is this strange liquid emanating from the Bird of Paradise ‘boat’? Oh, Joanie! I was supposed to look for different colors! Totally forgot!

My baby. I raised him from a seed. (And yes, I need to redo the beds. Currently pressure cleaning in the back, so it will have to wait a bit.)

Had no idea arecas could grow so dang high!

Welcome to the Cracker Box!
Another group of plants I never thought would go so far!

I already have a list, but seeing these pictures… let’s just say I’ve added several items.
Not mine; I can barely grow grass. Took it through the fence. For some reason my neighbors are aces at growing things.


You know who you are! The gobshites who bought up all the bog roll… Why? So no else could wipe their bums? So now Amazon is doing a bang up business on bidets. It would be funny if it weren’t so fecking pathetic.
Yup, this is me. At 62. The year’s not been good to me and 63 swiftly approaches… probably on the wings of a big, fat tree roach.
Right after a haircut… and red spot above left eye is where the dermatologist burned something off.
Yes, kids, something else to look forward to as you age, apart from mottled, wrinkly skin and ever-growing ears… people cutting and burning parts of you off… roughly twice a year.
I took this because my dad wanted to see my haircut, which is the same as the prior 2, 479 haircuts. Still.
But another day above ground, as they say, is a good day.

Though she wasn’t my biological mother, I still want my mommy when sick or hurt. She passed in 2005, but the child inside me never gives up the need for her mama. Much like saying a Hail Mary and asking the holy mother for help… but I mainly call on my mom for… food. Do you think she spoiled me a bit?
I slipped a disc early Monday morning. What did I desire more than anything (other than a new spine)? When the man asked what I needed -he is incredible- my answer stunned: “My mother to rise from her grave and make me a pot of chicken and dumplings”.
Rose could make ambrosia out of dirt. She never taught me how to cook; don’t know why, but at least I’ve picked up a few things. One of them is her recipe (not really; she never needed one) for Custard Pie. Simple, with few ingredients, I crave it sometimes. Today is one of those days.
3 eggs
1/2 cup sugar
1 pint milk
nutmegMix together and pour into an unbaked pie shell. Bake in 300° oven for 1 hour, or until crust is set.
Guess I don’t have to ask her to rise from the dead today. (That feels blasphemous) But tomorrow I might have a hankering for her Liver and Onions…

…then it started pouring again.
Christmas Eve saw us in a hotel room after eating warmed up Campbell’s soup from a Circle K. Surreal, but we were able to see family for Christmas so it was worth it.

We drove back down I95 and grabbed the dogs from the ‘spa’. It’s nice to be home.