Monday, March 19, 2018

For Tolkien fans, a gathering of Ents.
Despite the snowy forecast, today is the final day of winter.
Spring arrives tomorrow at 12:15 p.m. I hope it packed a parka.
The approach of a new season reminds me to pay attention: The world around me is about to change, and it’s a good idea to take time to appreciate the way it is, here and now.
Trees are a fine place to start. 
I’ve been looking to the treetops lately, appreciating their leafless silhouettes.
And though I will welcome the return of the leaves, I’ll also miss the beauty of those bare branches, reaching out and up toward the sun.
See you next winter.

Whoa. Willows are complicated.

Friday, March 2, 2018

Who knew?
I may have a superpower.
This morning, while rain poured down, I considered what turtleneck to wear. The navy blue, with tiny silver snowflakes on the collar, spoke to me.
My thoughts competed.
 “No, it’s almost spring,” said one.
“Go ahead,” said another. “It’s still winter. You won’t be able to wear it much longer.”
(I have my fashion rules. Some people won’t wear white after Labor Day. I won’t wear snowflakes after the spring equinox.)
So, tiny snowflake shirt won out.
A few minutes later I looked out the kitchen window and saw not tiny, but giant snowflakes. Swirls of them, sometimes spinning off sideways across the yard. I drove through swaths of them, and spotted a flock of shocked robins gathered at nearby baseball fields.
The snow and wind barreled through the day, and may be with us through the night.
Ah, the power of wardrobe choices.
Sorry about that.

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

It helps when you can make yourself laugh.
I’ve never been one to play online games. It gives me pause when an app says it wants to access my address book, or friends list. Seems a bit nosey to me.

I do occasionally play a computer version of Scrabble, although I much prefer the real life version. I love the smooth wooden tiles — reminiscent of those smooth wooden card catalogs at libraries of old — and the quiet click of letters against the rack.

Recently I considered playing Words with Friends. (Oh yes, I keep up with the latest trends!) 
Ever cautious, I Googled the game, to find out how it works  — and what I’d have to relinquish in online privacy in order to play.

As I typed in the search bar, my thumb inadvertently hit an “s” before the “w.”

Hmm. “Swords with friends.”

Now that’s a different game entirely.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

My autumn passenger
Some leaves get a bit clingy this time of year.
It can't be easy to fall.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Apropos of nothing in particular ...

"Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

That bit of wisdom is attributed to Confucius, and it came to me yesterday courtesy of an Honest Tea bottle cap.

Cheers! ... sort of.

Food for thought lies underneath.

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Feline disdain

"Well, I was sleeping until you put that phone in front of my face."

Forgive me, April. I couldn't resist.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Dial "S" for scam.
Clearly government cutbacks have reached the Department of Grammar and Syntax. 
You didn’t know such a department existed? 

Well … actually it doesn’t, just like the bogus tax office that’s supposedly poised to arrest me. I learned about my imminent incarceration from a voicemail message today, and the wording was so weird, I just have to share.

The robotic female voice literally said:

        We have just received a notification regarding your tax filings, from the headquarters which will get expired in next 24 working hours. And once it get expired after that you will be taken under custody by the local cops, as there are four serious allegations pressed on your name at this moment.
"We would request you to get back to us, so we can discuss about this case before taking any legal action against you."

Of course it’s a scam, but maybe those “local cops” could explain what the heck is expiring: Headquarters? My filings? That notification? 

It might be interesting to “discuss about this case,” but I know better than to call the robot back.
I wonder if anyone does. Maybe, if those allegations press too hard on their name.