Gotta work, but a cup on a front porch and a drizzle then a downpour sound nice.
Yes. I do write, just like the radio told me at the magic hour of six this morning. I have given all of the figuring, the computing,… Read more “German is germane.”
The music today . . .!!!
Well, first let’s get this out of the way. Last night I was going to write of “hair color” after chores. Ugh. The chores took more than… Read more “It’s what we do, right?”
Like much these days, those chores and calls and so forth took longer than desired last night. But that part is done. Tidy. Hardly any loose ends… Read more “Still . . .”
I have chores first, some calls to make, and some loose ends, and those are not split ends, right? I think I’ve heard “the gender that I… Read more “I received a message from God: He likes your hair color—whatever it may be today.”
The lights are now dimmed upon the tree. This afternoon I will remove the bells, ribbons, and lights and place them into a box or basket or… Read more “Epiphany”
Photograph “one flower, slightly off-center” © 2019 Timothy Waugh
Ed G. wins the prize so far on classical radio. Now I’m smiling. Was anyway but thankfully Othello is over. The Met can have it, live or… Read more “Thank God it’s only an opera.”