A chance meeting results in a wonderful friendship

Here’s to Bob and Lou!

We first met 5 or 6 weeks ago.

Sissy Belle and I, the 2 lost souls living in a fish bowl, 

have reserved one night a week, to have a few drinks and dinner with BobaLou.

It seems that we have known these two for years.

Sometimes, friendships click like that.

But not very often.

Full time RVers.

What a great life, with their doggies, Polo and Rocky, touring this great country of ours.

Another week or so, and they will be off to California.

Before that happens, we plan to meet again, to say our temporary goodbyes,

And to wait for their return at Christmas time.

Cheers to our new found friends!

What a lovely, loving couple!

So happy our paths have crossed.




An angel named Chewy


We hardly got to know you.

You are so charming.

And entertaining, of course.

We loved you from the start.

The first day you started working with us, we fell in love.

With you.

10 reasons why:

  1.  Your smile.
  2. Your sense of humor.
  3. The way you made us feel.
  4. The enthusiasm.
  5. Those twinkling eyes.
  6. Your ability to win over even the most skeptical.
  7. Your Mama’s cooking.
  8. The support and caring you have shown us.
  9. Positivity!  It’s fun to be around you.
  10. Your potential.

We can’t say goodbye.

We will never say goodbye.

Now that you are in our lives, you will remain there forever.

We love you Chewy.

Our best wishes for you, in your new endeavor.


Wolf and friends.


Sometimes a stormy day gives way to a cozy celebration

My My!

A stormy day if I ever did see one.

Reminds me of The Band: Cripple Creek:  A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one.


Tonight is the pool party.

It must be cancelled.

5pm:  Headed home.

Oh oh.

No power.

Stopped for a drink at Specs:  Yes! They have a generator.

Cell phone ringing.
“Where are you?’
We are holding the party inside, in the basement, at the bar.


Why not?

Had a wonderful time in Bryan’s huge, fabulous home.

Spacious, comfortable, and inviting.

The guests?

All the regulars from our neighborhood bar.

I must say it was a hoot, the evening, the house, the company and the food.

By the time I got home, the power was back on.

The cats were waiting to be fed, and I was feeling sublime.

A stormy day of severe weather, ending in a laid back, comfortable, easy feeling.

A day, a night and a party to remember.


Thanks, Bryan!






A glorious adventure in Pennsylvania on a Saturday in June

What a Saturday!

Up at 6am.

Cracker Barrel with the Breakfast club.

Off to the winery.

Yes, we got lost.

But what a lovely surprise when we got there.

Fabulous place.

Good wine.

Great friends.

Lunch at Hops!

Shrimp and crab bisque, with a Caesar Salad.  Divine.

Next stop:  Game preserve:  Oh yeah, deer, buffalo, reindeer, and gorgeous scenery.

And away we go to LongTrout winery.

Oh my my.

Oh hell yes.

I am a hippie without a dress.

Great fun.

Met new friends.

A crazy afternoon, in the hills of Pennsylvania.

Everyone should experience the back roads and wineries of this unbelievably beautiful state.

Tired now.

Cats are hungry.

Time to head home, to find some quiet time.

Even the Chicken Butt has her limits.

Goodnight, all.





Do the things that make you happy…..now. You may never get the chance again.

Not sure if anyone has ever listened to Steve Young’s song, ” I just want to see Montgomery in the Rain.”

Tonight, it is dedicated to a very special person, Jimmy B, my husband who left us last September.

This song epitomized his life.

It was not necessarily Montgomery, it was his home town, years later, in High Bridge, NJ.

I think of it often, whenever I hear Glory Days, Main Street, Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, and Free Bird.

And of course, Hello Walls.

Are you resting in peace, Jimmy?

Yes, of course, I miss you.

And I am carrying on…. going on adventures, working and living my life as best I can.

We all miss you!

As Pink Floyd sings, “Wish you were here.”



Pat: One in a million.

In a few weeks, Pat, is retiring.

I try to imagine work life without her.

She has been my scape goat, confidante and a formidable influence in my life, for the past several years.

Yes, I love to tease her.

I try to rile her up, just for the hell of it.

She is such a devoted worker, mother, wife, sister, grand mother and friend.

One in a million?


A selfless woman, who loves her family, her pets and her friends.

She is a care taker, strong as an iron …. cupcake.

Yes, she has tremendous responsibility and gladly takes it on….. but she does not know her breaking point.

I wonder if her family understands the sacrifices she makes, daily, for them, and for all of us.

Retirement may just be what she needs now.

She has great kids and grand kids.

She has a wonderful relationship with her mother, who is, like Pat, an amazing woman.

Her reputation at work is spotless:  She is thorough, dedicated and responsible.

She and her husband need time to do a little relaxing, traveling, going to concerts and spoiling the cats.

It is time to take it easy, Pat.

Yeah, I will miss you.

We all will.

My best wishes for your future.

You can be proud of your  many accomplishments.

I feel privileged to call you my friend.

I think we will keep in touch.

You rock, Pat!




An ordinary day. Or was it?

Tragic things happen.


He was fine.


He is in intensive care.

The old adages are true:

One never knows when your life will change forever…in a twinkling of an eye.

Live today.

Enjoy it when you can.

Tomorrow is not promised.

Surround yourself with people you enjoy.


Get silly.

Have fun.

Of course, most of us have to work, and that is the way the world is.

If you enjoy your work, fabulous.

If not, get the heck out.

Living is not just partying.

It is a moment to moment experience.

Connecting with people, friends, family and yes, even strangers, is what makes it worthwhile.

When the day turns into evening, enjoy some time alone, reflecting.

As you know, you will, in the end, wake up with yourself.

I hope to run into you, to get to know you, to listen to your story, and to laugh with you, before my time is up.

A tragic lesson to be learned:

My friend was fine yesterday, going about life.


Not so much.

Life is like that, I guess.




Yet beautiful.

Don’t miss out on today.

Tomorrow may never come.





And you wonder why I drink……

Be honest:  Do you like going to the dentist?

Do you like opening your mouth for an hour or two, while your teeth are scraped and chiseled, while bleeding?

Do you like paying for this procedure?

A torturous experience, with the hygienist, who admonishes you for having less than perfect teeth?


If I had perfect teeth, would I be here?

A word of caution, today;  Do not eat anything crunchy for at least 4 hours.  Do not brush your teeth until bed time.  Do not worry that the procedure made your mouth feel strange, coated and less than normal.

And for your next appointment?

It will last at least 2 hours, while 2 or 3 teeth are extracted, to prepare you for the bridge.

Bridge?  What bridge?

Over troubled waters?

And oh, yeah, your insurance is a joke.

Cough up 3 grand and we have a deal.

Just be aware: You will have a temporary bridge, for at least 3 weeks, if  your gums heal.

If not?

Well, looks like you are in for the long haul.

By the way, you lost a crown.

What happened to it?

My response:  I ate it.

No @$!@#%#5!

No wonder I drink.



Fish are jumping and the cotton is high….

A hot Sunday.

The start of a heat wave.

Yeah, it’s probably global warming.

The kids are out of school.

Vacations are in full swing.

The dandelions are gone.

Time to bring out the flip flops and shorts.

The trees are in full bloom.

Daffodils and tulips?  Gone.

Summertime, 2017.

Time to relax, kick back and enjoy the lazy, hazy days.

Swimming, barbecues and camp fires.

Parades and fireworks.

Gardening, cutting grass and weeding.

Sweating one’s ass off.

High tailing it into the air conditioning for a cold one.

Hibernating inside, escaping the humidity.

Oh, summer!

We can’t wait for you to be here.

And then?

Well, as they say in Green Bay, “When does football start?”

The four seasons.

Which one do you prefer?






Let’s twist again….

On the radio today:  “Do you love me?”  Dave Clark 5.

It was one of the favs of the dancing queens in the 60s.

It made me smile.  What a song.

Got me thinking:

There was another crazy one:  Oh yeah, “Another one bites the dust.”

A simple time, back then:  “1, 2, 3, A, B, C.”

Elvis came out with “Hound Dog” shortly thereafter, and we could not care less about a hound dog, but we did think Elvis was something special.

Then it got real, when Buddy Holly and Richie Valens took that flight from Iowa, on a winter’s night.

“The day the music died.”

After that, things got complicated, with the Doors, and the Beatles and the Kinks, the Cars, the Pretenders, the Hollies…. and of course, the Rolling Stones.

I still listen, 40 or 50 years later, to these oldies.

Many of these rock and rollers are still performing….now in their 60s and 70s.

And mostly, the same old songs.

No, I don’t think I want to see them.

I have a difficult time looking in the mirror, now that I have aged beyond the normal life span.

Besides, who in their right mind would do the same routine, night after night, day after day, until they either retire or croak?



I think most of us do.