Me and my shadow, the cat, that is.

The car is cooperating nicely.

It has cleared itself of all the ice and snow…. with a little help from the sun.

Guess that means I will have to get dressed tomorrow and see what the rest of the world is up to.

It is ridiculous waking up at 2am and watching forensic files for the rest of the night.

Can’t remember a damn thing about them, though.

Must have dozed off.

It was 8am the next time I looked at the clock.

By the way, I had great intentions for today.

Too bad they didn’t work out.

The cat and I had one of those days that defied all reason.

A lazy bum, that was me.

I blame it all on her.

She couldn’t care less.

I see she is sleeping again.


Maybe I can sneak a few snacks without her knowing.

Until next time,





Ask the whale

Traditionally, around President’s day, the weather is wild.

This year?

Same as it ever was….

I don’t do ice unless it is in a drink.

This morning, it is cold, but sunny, and the icy trees are twinkling.

So are the roads.

Do I want to go out?

Do I have to go out?

Will I go out?

No, no, and no.

It’s these relatively new options that make me happy that I am a beached whale.

To celebrate my newly found status, the whale is eating a cherry turnover, while wearing a robe and my FU hat.

Tomorrow is V day.

I will ask myself the same questions then:

Do I want to go out?

Do I have to go out?

Will I go out?

Only the whale knows for sure.

Until then,







Triteness again….

The calm before the storm?


Storms don’t last forever, do they, Baby?

Don’t know why, there’s no sun up in the sky

Stormy weather.

How trite is that?

Who, in their right mind would even read this gibberish.

Is that a word?


After several Titos, the afternoon forecast was ominous:

The weather forecast for tonight?  Dark.   (George Carlin)

However, the Chx Butt is much more witty.

Don’t go out tonight.

There’s a bad moon rising.

And, on top of that, I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hands.

Damn I’m getting hungry.

Let us take a break from the real world tomorrow, as the “iceman cometh”.

Time to be delusional, drunk and crazed.

A band of  alcoholic friends, with pipe dreams that only phantoms can take us away from the present moment.

By the way, as Snoopy and Bruce Springsteen said:  It was a dark and stormy night.

I never did trust a talking dog nor a man from Jersey.

When I can get the heck out of here, let’s celebrate with vodka expresso and rumchata.

Cha cha cha!

As ever, it’s me, everybody’s dream girl!




Sunday Morning Coming Down

A trip to the grocery store, on a  Sunday morning.


Don’t know why.

There’s no sun up in the sky….stormy weather.

Could you, as a cat owner, run out of treats, and of course, her fav?  chicken and liver pate?

No way.

For me?

Chocolate covered pretzels, cheddar broccoli soup and liverwurst with sweet pickles and brioche rolls.

All set for the next few days, after a glorious afternoon with Ms. Kim, who never ceases to amaze me with her knowledge, creativity and lively conversation.

Hunkering down for the next onslaught of winter.

February, 2019:  Same as it ever was, same as it ever was.

Hug your loved ones tonight.


Who knows?

But for this moment, all is well.

No one knows what tomorrow may bring.

It hasn’t happened yet.

Do not dwell on the past, nor the future.

Let’s just celebrate tonight.

It is, in fact, all we have.



A surprisingly fabulous Saturday

Morning glory:  The cat and I.

The cat?

Eat, eat, and eat some more.

When the day moved towards noon, it was time to get the heck out of Dodge and find a spot in the sunlight.


How come T and B are here?

Those two are a hoot.

Keeping up with Deep Throat and the Bell Labs genius was a trip.

However, we managed to demolish Tim’s pizza,  3 or 4 rumple stiltskins, or whatever the hell they are, as we laughed our way through the day.

And we vowed, as we left the building, that we would never eat scrapple again…. unless, of course, it was thin and crispy.

Marikate:  Is that pronounced “MaryKate” or “Manicote”?

As we left, we were so much wiser.

It’s been said:  Learn something new everyday.

And what did we learn?

B:  Don’t eat scrapple.  If you do, you will choke.

T:  Quit being so cute.  If you continue the cuteness, we will have to beat the $##%#% out of you.

C:  Continue being awesome.  The world will come to an end if you don’t.


I love my friends!



Life: It’s all about others

The usual morning regiment.

Oh oh.

No cat.

She always “greets” me when I get up.

Not today.

4 hours later?

No cat.

I knew I had to find her.

She must have died.

What will I do without that goof?

And then?

Out of the twilight zone, enters Puff Daddy, looking like a crazed Halloween cat, arched back and wild fur.

She’s back!

I felt like I had witnessed a miracle.

Off I go, to eat lunch, to chip my tooth, and to hang out with the regulars.

What a fabulous Friday.

An FU Friday.

Yes, I wore my shirt.

I could not have imagined a more hilarious night.

It’s what happens, whenever you engage others in fun, frolic, and conversation.

Just be yourself.

Let it happen.





Remember:  it isn’t about you.

It’s about us.





Alive for now

February 7, 2019

A relatively mild day for February.

However, there were issues.

PD aka Puff Daddy was not responding to food nor to drink.

Now what?

Is this the 10th life?

Has this little cat finally succumbed?

Resting comfortably, poor baby.

Me? Watching her every move.

Time to eat?

Cereal for breakfast.

Hoping to see signs of life.


She wants to be alone.

Time for me to move along, to respect her privacy.


How about an Air Products burger?

Swiss cheese, mushrooms and bacon:  Oh yea.

Time to meet my buddy:  Dana, and her neighbors.

And then?

A night to reflect on memories:  cruises, engagements, and all that jazz.

Sharing, with friends, the good life: Our hopes and dreams.

Of course, recalling the best of times and the worst of times.

Whatever:  We are here, together again, as we move along in the journey of our lives.


Short, for sure.

But magical, if you live for the moment.

Puff D is alive.

So am I.

Let’s resolve to enjoy tomorrow, and every day, as long as we are still here, on this planet.




The Lion sleeps tonight

Hanging out, having lunch and a few beers.

Just about ready to roll and in walks Mr. Clean.

If you believe his BS, well, God bless you.

Ok, another beer.

Who are these boys?

Francisco and Angelo, who are charismatic, cute and live in the USA, to support their families.


Hot Toddie?

Not so hot today.

Consider this:  Another hottie enters, sees Mr. Clean, and in spite of their differences, they converse.

The Hottie?

A splitting headache.


Deep Throat:  Surprise, surprise! He has a sore throat.

Until, of course, he sees the Lion.

At that moment, the Hottie and DT (deep throat), break into song and dance, without the midgets from the yellow brick road.

Hey Chris!

What’s this about your ex?

Oh no, here comes Scooter.

Time to head out, to figure out which Girl Scout cookies I want.

The Academy award results in a tie:  Kim and Colleen, for the best performances in real time.

As for the rest of us?

We  live to see one another tomorrow.

After all, the world revolves around us.

And … we love it!


Who are you? Who who?

Interacting :  Depends on who, what and why.

Old friends:  No drama, no games, just great conversation.

Newly formed couples:  What the hell is that all about? ” Yakkity yak.  I am witty.  No, you are.  We are a fabulous match.”

How does it feel?

With good friends, no need to pretend.

We are what we are.

Yeah, we have our limitations, our faults, and our weaknesses, but we truly like/love being with one another.




It took months, if not years, to establish the bonds.

Ask me if we can spot a phony.

Actually, don’t ask.

No one likes those who are judgmental.

Our mantra:  We support one another, and warmly welcome those who share our beliefs, only if you are authentic and real.

Time after time, our group of friends meet to share whatever we are experiencing:  good or not so good.

What a wonderful feeling it is, to be unconditionally accepted.

Until we meet again,




Silver Lining

The past week had its share of highlights and lowlights.

A mixed bag of reality vs perception.

Life, they say, is all about attitude.

How we process what we experience is what makes “good” or “bad” days.

You decide:

Sub zero temps took over much of the nation.


Unrelenting winds.

After 3 days, it was over, at least temporarily, with temps soaring to 50 degrees.

We walked through hell to find ourselves in heaven.

“If you want to see the sunshine you have to have to weather the storm.”  (Frank Lane)

My nephew’s new heart:

Touch and go:  Early rejection, 3 surgeries, setbacks, suffering, waiting, hoping, praying.

A biopsy would reveal if his body had issues accepting the new heart.

No signs of rejection, following the procedure.

A long road ahead, for sure.

However, the road is now paved with hope and promise, for a renewal of life.

Finally, a brief note on my flu/cold/virus/whatever:

2 weeks in the making.

It started when the weather took a bad turn, and forced me to stay inside to rest.

A mixed blessing, again.

Perfect timing.

If the weather had eased up, I would have been running around, acting like a loose cannon.

Besides, I was able to find the cure for the common cold, during those 2 weeks:

A witches brew:  hot tea, lemon, honey and whiskey.

Oh yeah!

Mark Twain said it best:  “Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.”