From a lovely conversation with a guy at a bus stop the other day, I came away with a refreshing way of looking at working and earning money.
The two of us (I never did get his name) were initially standing quietly, watching cars and people make their way along the busy street. After a few moments of silence he opened the conversation by commenting on the hurry and scurry of the Rat Race. Continue reading Money Cookies
I’ve got about six weeks left in my little St. Paul abode. I’m eying my things with a measure towards fitting what I will back into Bruno, and that which I’ll be passing along to friends or second hand stores.
Continue reading Suffering the Goldilocks Effect
Recently, a friend told me that his teenage nephew, whom I know on a pleasant acquaintance level, asked him if I was homeless.
I asked my friend what his response to his nephew was and he says, “well, you are, kinda, ‘yeah’?”
I took slight umbrage. I don’t feel or identify myself as homeless. I’m not out on the street corners holding signs, though I’m not exactly a conventional wage earner. Continue reading You’re a Homeless Person if…
Grocery shopping on Xanax.
It’s not like shopping hungry. There was no inner debate about the merits for including snacks and items I hadn’t intended to buy. (Actually, I didn’t even pull the list out of my pocket.) Continue reading Exaggerated Sense of Well Being
Most of my friends are aware that I’m wired a little differently.
I’m pretty sure I might be the only person they know who lives in her car by choice, makes a hobby of getting lost and, when asked nicely, will give complete strangers a little companionship on spiritual exercise. Continue reading Hence This Post
From this pile of fabric and brick-a-brack to Petit Four (or Bon Bon, some say).
Our krewe theme; Just Desserts. Weather was the same as last year, 35 Fahrenheit and windy, so that cool, sparkly bodice was replaced with a sweater and lace top. Continue reading New Orleans, Mardi Gras week
I’m working on a fun art job this week. What makes this project especially interesting is that I have to perform a certain amount of image recovery and reconstruction.
Continue reading Where is the Dancing Bear?
Sometimes an egg sandwich is just what the doctor ordered.
I’m sitting here late on Thursday putting to bed another Big Week and trying to wring words from an overly stimulated mind.
Continue reading Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish
Am I preaching to the choir when I talk about how wonderful it is to find a place of humid green and scented color in the middle of a mid-northern winter?
As we head into February, I thought I’d show you what this second month of winter looks like under glass, in St. Paul, Minnesota. Continue reading Time Travel for the Seasonally Impaired
Being late on my posting was difficult to handle. I had an eye on the deadline as it loomed. I tried not to fret, figuring if I worked steadily I might just be able to catch up by Thursday morning. Nope, instead I learned another lesson about planning for the recoup-ment of energy as well as the use of it. Continue reading Big Week