Those of you who follow this blog recognize my house in this picture on the vine side, the end of a Victorian row of 4 houses.
For the second night in a row, the noise next door grew louder until they added one of those South Africian horns that came out in the soccer [...]

PAUL WEBSTER LYRICS LINKED TO MAYAN CALENDAR – DID HE KNOW?
Fifties hitster, lyricist Paul Webster, agonized over whether to panic the known world with his sudden but brilliant insight into our future. What to do?
With his covert but phenomenal psychic powers, way back in 1957, Webster was writing lyrics to a Jerry Livingston tune, saying [...]

I need more sleep than most. 8 hours doesn’t cut it. 10 hrs is more likely. BUT with my deviated septum, I need a mask, called CPAP, so I can keep breathing while I sleep. (That’s the little demonically-possessed item in the picture. It fits around your nose). This is a Fisher & Paykel [...]

Quarreled with this biog throughout the read. Great to have it so soon after John Matteson’s study. The two books complement each other though I kept returning to Matteson as the definitive final say. Too many attempts to psychoanalyze Bronson and family members, including a discussion of whether or not he has a ‘homo-erotic [...]

Okay, it isn’t lying flat and I’ve creased it. The title is: ORIGAMI FOR BEGINNERS. It show the origami paper lying flat (rug), straight up & down (door) and lying tilted (ramp). This cartoonist is always consistently funny. Now I’ll go remind myself of his name and put it in here. Aha! DAN PIRARO. I [...]

There’s also Morning Has Broken and all the other songs praising the start of a new day, a new chance at getting it right this time, all that potential we call ‘time’ that doesn’t actually exist.
“Whatta ya doin’? Standin’ in the middle of the street at THIS hour?’ my tenant calls to me, [...]

Grey sky, wind whipping up, garden wailing something of its own composition. Science says all nature has a voice, a sound, if we know how to listen. Thoreau knew.

The line beneath explains why it took Brahms so long to write his lullaby.

Yesterday I went to see this near-mythologized doctor (he’d blown up in my mind over the years to less than human) – and here he was, courteous, semi-retired and getting on with the paperwork. No memory of me, at least at first.
My husband reminded me when I got home that this was [...]

If nations and provinces can identify a bird as representing them, then cities should be able to as well. I opt for the tough-guy sparrows muscling their way into crumbs, barely hopping aside when the feet of passersby stomp down the street. Everyday after my work at the downtown Kingston Community Credit Union, I [...]