Zooks! I’ve Morphed! – January 20, 2023

graphix: spwilcen TSG Approval: 2023-01-006-UGHLexiphobe Clearance: Barely; encroaching upon 700 words! No, no fangs or antennae Not keen on recipe blogs.  As a rule. Or wasn’t. Something happened? Stumbled onto a couple of innovative sites.  Recipes sure, [duh!] but side stories, anecdotes, histories, humor and every indication that site authors enjoy what they’re about whetherContinue reading “Zooks! I’ve Morphed! – January 20, 2023”

Pretty Good Day – January 18, 2023

graphix: spwilcenTriggers: Language, cynicism, and innuendoTSG Approval: 2023-01-005-AOKLexiphobe Clearance: Less ‘notes,’ hardly 300 paltry words Progress? Not really. Got some un-project work done today.  Looking back, not much of it was on any to-do list.  No, it’s not my style to add spur-of-the-moment chores to an official to-do list so I can then cross themContinue reading “Pretty Good Day – January 18, 2023”

Atmospheric Dandruff – Novober 12, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Trusted sources A visitor here from the deep south announced this morning that we were to expect snow locally, “heavy at times” according to the wild-wonderful-wacky page produced by “Trust me, I’m a skilled Meteorologist.” Piffle.  Temperature according to my dependable inside/outside thermo-meter-humidity-reader-outer was fifty degrees.  Not conducive to snow. Should have calledContinue reading “Atmospheric Dandruff – Novober 12, 2022”

Kicked a Stone – Octember threeteenth, 2002

spwilcen All walks in life are not scenic rural paths or bustling city avenues. Rather enjoy megastore parking lots.  It you’re alert and any kind of observant, you’ll chance across an abandoned penny here, another there. Now and again a nickel or a dime. It’s rare but you might be the first to happen byContinue reading “Kicked a Stone – Octember threeteenth, 2002”

Five Minutes – Octember 5, 2022

Black Magic: the early yearsgraphix: spwilcen Prologue Having practiced Life in Five-minute Segments1 for an immodest number of years, I’ve become quite adept at capitalizing on those miniscule opportunities.  Especially when infrequent, I selfishly use them to do things I want to do.  Shaving, tying my bootlaces, checking the oil level on Black Magic, thoseContinue reading “Five Minutes – Octember 5, 2022”

What’ll Ya Have? – Octember 3, 2022

Or as The Varsity1 Counter Masters would say, “What’ll ya have, what’ll ya have?”2 Looking for fiction?  A short story?  Maybe a bit of humor, sarcastically peppered, ribaldly salted? A poemetric piece? A vignette dressed as a melancholy milestone? Pure silliness or lunacy? Noir with a bit of jaundice? Rusted, twisted fairy tales? Not here,Continue reading “What’ll Ya Have? – Octember 3, 2022”

The Problem – Octember 2, 2022

Opinion graphix: spwilcen The problem with children… …is that they grow to be adults. — Originally, the keyboard wrote “grow up to be adults.” Which implies “up” is an improvement or maturation. Neither of which is correct.  I submit maturation into adulthood or abandonment of childish wisdom is a tragic loss. Children are not toContinue reading “The Problem – Octember 2, 2022”

Goodbye to an Old Friend – Septembler 31, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Photo by Chris F on Pexels.com Goodbye, old friend. The calendar says this is the final day of September.  September has not aged well.  Starting out a robust youth, bright and summer-y, September has become an old man as months go.   Where he once encouraged the tail-end of garden goodies to prosper, he’sContinue reading “Goodbye to an Old Friend – Septembler 31, 2022”

Be Prepared – Septembler 28, 2022

graphix: spwilcen All of a suddenly, summer beat feet.  In the space of a day, we went from bone dry, grass parching, shirt soaking heat, to long-sleeve cool, dehumidifier running wide-open all-day damp.  Predominantly cloudy, intermittent sprinkle, cool-damp. It’s kind of nice.  Not yet cool enough you can see your breath while chasing squirrels fromContinue reading “Be Prepared – Septembler 28, 2022”

Color Aromas – Septembler 24, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Too bad. Click-out. This scares the hell out out a five and two ones. Not too many weeks ago I savored the marvelous green smells of spring and summer.  Aromas from my youth still powerful today, years past youth. No, not the pungent lacquer of fresh candy apple green on a 1939 FordContinue reading “Color Aromas – Septembler 24, 2022”