Dark Shadows Can Mean New Beginnings – Doing The Hollywood Hustle
Was coming back for the Berthoud Post Office yesterday morning and, as usual, looked for the visual cue of The Three Witches to ensure I was heading in the right direction. On most days those three mountain peaks – left to right, Maiden, Mother, Crone – look completely inviting. Strikingly beautiful. However, yesterday the dark […]
Putting My Feet Up
When I first moved to Casa Claire the one room I got to accessorize all on my own was my future office. I chose a large flat open bottomed desk that looks more like a small dining room table. You see, I have a tendency of forgetting things, so I try not to put things […]
RIP LCDR Bernard M Hillman. 1924-2023
My dear friend, Anna Hillman, who has done so much to support my writing, including being part of my inner circle of readers and carrying my books down to Hemingway House in Key West for photo ops (she appears as a college counselor in the end of FJM for her troubles), lost her father yesterday. […]
Scandinavian Bleak
I’m a huge fan of Scandinavia – Denmark, Norway and Sweden – and IMHO its people may be the most uniformly physically beautiful race in the world. Indeed, throughout The Claire Saga, I allude to the physical similarities between the Centaurians and Scandinavians, including their “Nordic blue” eye coloring. There’s plenty of precedent for that: […]
Old Habits Die Hard – Simply Sacred Oils
During my text exchanges over the past few days with the wonderful CSHS Class of 74 Alumnae Association, one of its illustrious members, a fine Celt named Pete Flanagan – https://www.facebook.com/Peepff – shared this 50 year old photograph that had somehow made its way into the 1974 CSHS Yearbook. Now what struck me was what […]
Fifty Years
Earlier this year, Mark Lenahan (yes, that one) decided to attend the 49th reunion of the CSHS Class of ’74. We had spent three years being Butch and Sundance in those hallowed halls, back in the day, and then, after the wig incident, I left for De Witt Clinton. Mark, being Mark, and a much […]
Tuesday At The Casa With Claire (& Honey)
Yesterday was a proof in the pudding day when it came to Claire and Honey and their warm coats. It was cold and crisp, but sunny, so the mules made the most of it. Honey even caught a nap on the snow. And when dusk arrived, so did dinner. When I went outside this morning, […]
Clear Skies Takes The Edge Off
Warm or cold, I hate overcast skies. It’s not quite seasonal affective disorder, since I don’t mind a season of long nights if they are clear and I can see the stars and planets. Even the longest day of the year sucks for me if it’s overcast. Grey skies usually mean low pressure systems that […]
Beaver Moon
Last night was the first of the three day full moon the Algonquin people called the “Beaver Moon,” as it is a time when the beavers complete their final preparations for winter. The OFC has a different interpretation of that moniker, but I dare not print it. I think I’m in synch with the beavers, […]
Day At The Museum
As a surprise early outing for post-retirement Lisa, I scored some tickets for a cool exhibition at The Denver Art Museum. Lisa and I used to enjoy doing spontaneous weekend museum runs back in NYC. Caught a Pollock exhibit at the Guggenheim shortly before we went west. We both giggled when some posh lady started […]