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Had an indulgent nap alongside Edie this week. Or with Bun, rather. In the evolution of nicknames, Tina’s gone from Beanie Weenie to Beanie to Bean (and Fuzz), and Edie’s gone from Funny Bunny to Bunny to Bun. Bean and Bun. Characters to illustrate, put on the “someday” list. I’d love a (kind) nickname of my own, but it eludes me mostly, along with the affection required on the part of others in order for one to be bestowed apparently. I rarely hear my name spoken from the mouths of others, let alone a name that’s been nicked (must Google origin of term). Short on hugs and physical contact as well, feel I may shrivel up and wither away from the lack of general touch at any point. Thank God for Edie. To think there was a time in life I felt I’d received enough love and affection to last more than a lifetime.

Still, I’m happier somethingerothier than I’ve been in years making a living getting paid to design and illustrate daily. Current assessment of thanks- I’m angry as all get out at God while loving Him not a smidge less than I ever have. I’m angry in general these days, and rather short on patience. I’ve lived in my head alone for the better part of a decade – I don’t know what the future holds, just know I’m wary it’s more of the same comfortable malaise with the proverbial carrot ever dangled in front of me- that for hope of a two-part satisfaction birthed from a partnered life aaand a grander purpose fulfilled. I believe life is what you make it and find it maddening to not fully make of it what I want without requiring others to join in for the ride. Were I to sign up for life, this most certainly would not be the version at the top of the list- to share and share, receiving little in return. My gratitude could use an adjustment.

In FB nonsense, messaging appears to be the equivalence of liquid courage for former school friends of the ALREADY MARRIED male persuasion who feel the need to reveal their once unrequited feelings from long ago only to follow it up with an eluded and/or blatant offer to strike them up again. Are they part of a club, or something? Comfortable in their homes, marriages, friendships, and routines, looking to make me a supplementary boost to their lacking egos cuz they don’t know how to make the chosen one satisfy. Surely doling out the same compliments to others as well. Modus operandi. And were they to find their wives doing the same? Tempted to screenshot their musings and send them along to their significant others. I suffer no fools and demand dignity in such dealings. The same guys post about completing common household chores and once-in-a-blue-moon giftings of generic dial-o-bouquets as though they’re going above and beyond and not just checking off tasks many do without fanfare. Wasting not a word more- I offer up a pic of the towel my dad gifted me yesterday.


Other recent thoughts that are of a jumbled and lighter hearted nature that accompanied the above chatter in my mind:


Watched Body Double recently- towards the end, the main guy was reminiscent of Ralph Fiennes in Strange Days. Something in the slicked hair and/or the outfit selection perhaps. Happen to’ve sported that short haircut ’n’ color shown on Griffith in times past. Twice.


Newish glasses, as my rosy ones need an assist.


I’ve been scruffling through the leaves the last week- so many piled up along the curbs in most places (though not here) that I can’t see where the road begins and the sidewalk ends in order to step up or down. It’s a welcome and discombobulating dilemma.

Politics as spectator sport drives me nuts- action is the only acceptable response- put up or shut up. Trump. The only thing more moronic than Trump, is the number of folks spending time dotingly pointing out each increasingly moronic act. Googled the odds of him passing away at his age- prospects could be better.

Had my first kale salad. It was begrudgingly delicious.

A bunch of the images in my posts are MIA despite showing up when officially checked upon. If it’s not one glitch, it’s another. ♦

My Heart Is Full



Warm hearty breakfasts and a carpet of leaves to my car each morning! Just two of the many reasons I revel in the best of seasons. I declare my love of autumn in operatic tones regularly!

On the heels of the new season was a most wicked storm- nearly floated away this past weekend on a flooded stretch of road. Wet brakes are TERRIFYING, like roller skates down a steep hill, how was I gonna stop without scraping something up? ♦


Plastic Critter

Ordered Christmas stocking stuffing from Perpetual Kid recently, and today when opening the delivery, this little guy greeted me! Munching on a packing peanut, no less. Practicing what they preach, yay!

Apple Cheddar Pie

Shane and Bean’s apple pie with cheddar crust, tart and savory.

Closing in on my favorite holiday, planning and prepping. Acknowledging the current blessings in life, as some have gone and others yet remain.

“Autumn Leaves Pile

Missing autumn already.
Do wish I could take all the falls of my life, string them together, and live in that stretch of time a while. ♦

“Autumn Is a Second Spring Where Every Leaf is a Flower.”

“Climbing Ivy

“Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.” -Albert Camus
Yep, I’d say so.

“Red Converse By a Manhole

“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.” -Noel Coward
Wikipedia tells me that Noel once encountered Edna Ferber, who was wearing a tailored suit. “You look almost like a man,” said Coward. “So do you,” replied Ferber.

I didn’t look much like a man on this particular day, but did happen upon a festive manhole.

“Blue October


No visible rockstar apathy here. Justin Choloed it up a bit stylewise displaying lovely ink and a favorite- suspenders. They were “on” in every sense of the word that night providing a performance to temporarily drown out all else, filled with sound and light and words, allowing me for an extended moment to feel above near all else that most coveted sense …

that of being understood.

“Pigeon On a Sign

The Pigeon Finds a Hotdog!
Well, not in this photo, but it’s a great children’s book all the same, check it out.

Not sure about a hole in one, but it’s certainly a one in hole. Hooray for pigeons minus the poop! The hotel title however? No comment.

“The Parlotones

The Parlotones.
The typical blurry shot expected at a concert despite being up against the front railing. Mainly due to the fact that I wouldn’t stop bouncing, nor would he, for the most part.

Shane suggested the bassist as a viable date option based on several factors- schnappy dresser, dapper accent, and ability to bring it with the music.

Rockstar’s girlfriend? Been there, done that, burnt the t-shirt. ♦

XLIII Quote, Images ‘n’ Clip of the Day

“We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.” -Dr. Loretta Scott

• • • • • • •

Seen or unseen, suffering happens every moment of every day all over the world.
For some, it’s a singular catalyzing event, for others an ongoing struggle.
This, I know.

Even so, my heart aches when presented with yet another devastation.
Currently, the Haitian people.
Longing to give more than just an offer of money and prayer in such matters.
My time, my actions, send me there, bring them here, whichever, one at a time.

Then two, then three …

Woman Laying In Fall Leaves

Matthew Gray Gubler

A deafening roar to drown out all that needs drowning and out.


What a whirlwind of a week, let me tell you!

I could not be more filled with anticipation of what’s to come. Life is funny that way, you’re going along looking for one thing and- Whap! Smack! BOOM! You find something all together different.

Lots to do this weekend, cut my sister’s hair for one. And, of course, there are movies I’d like to see. Maybe Elizabethtown. Cameron Crowe. Will it be on the level of Almost Famous? I think not. I have a painting sitting on my desk begging for me to finish it. I hope I can get to it soon. I may have a freelance job over the next 3-4 weeks, must call about that. More money to complete my plan. The plan could really use a good name … but what?

Mission                    .

Someone broke into my sister’s car. Again. If I find you … Okay, who’s loving the scuttle of leaves across the pavement because it’s autumn and that’s what leaves do? I so am! Must go for a drive on Military Road over by Five Mile Lake where there are mounds of gorgeous leaves all piled up along the street just waiting for me to plow through.

There’s a little something on my page for someone, a reminder, of sorts … ♦