Come all ye young fellows who follow the sea. Wey! Hey! Blow the man down! And please pay attention and listen to me; Give us some time to blow the man down! This is where my mind and my fingers have been for the past several weeks. I feel as if I have been having … Continue reading Too Much Time With A Sailor
Mayhem isn't the exact word. It may denote expectations of violence and chaos; but writers love alliteration (Wow I was so far off trying to spell that word–thank you again Siri). And I, who, these days, sometimes pretends to be a writer because I no longer have focus or take myself that serious, love to … Continue reading Mayhem, Mold, Mice and Music
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. It was happening, but silent. Hidden in walls. If only the walls could talk. Then they cold have mentioned there was an issue, and we could have avoided the aftermath. But woefully, we do not have talking walls. Instead it was a brown spot on the hardwood floor and some … Continue reading Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip!
Sit back and relax while I tell you a story. A story in response to the Bonnywood Manor 3-Word Challenge. Bonnywood Manor is the Blog of Brian Lageose. It is witty and well written. I admire his sense of humour and vocabulary. It usually makes me laugh and envious of his talent. Check out Brian's … Continue reading Early That Morning (My 3-Word Challenge Story)
There have been many hobbies in my life over the years. Several new ones since retirement. Several old ones dropped when they were no longer enjoyable. Like sewing, something I had done since I was a teenager, but something that had begun to feel like a chore. God I hate sewing. And then there is … Continue reading Hoping To Learn A New Trick
Remember the kid in class that you didn't want to have on your team for the spelling bee? Well I was that kid. I was also the kid that you didn't want to have on any sports teams, but that is a whole other story. I can't spell. Never could. I absolutely hated the spelling … Continue reading Spelling Bees And Piano Keys
Why jazz? you ask. Because it is the music that moves me. It is the music that makes my body want to sway, my knees want to bounce and my feet want to tap. It is emotional, sexy and free and I have loved it for a long time. Long before I knew what jazz … Continue reading Dreams Of Being A Jazz Pianist
Still Bitchy After 60 Blog 