What would you do if, when you fed it kale, celery, and mint, your juice extractor churned out tomato juice? I don't have a juice extractor, but this is the image that came to mind so I have to go with it. Really, what would you do? I'd be blown away and a tad intimidated… Continue reading Journal Juice
There's a rat-a-tat-tat on my door. I open, and there you are, standing on the front doorstep, a potted plant in hand, a sweet smile on your sweet face (a face as sweet as yours is uncommon; you are especially sweet). I step back, allowing you to step inside. Hellooooo, you say. Congratulations! You extend… Continue reading You Have Arrived!
When I see a flying saucer I'm putting cups on a tray, a big X on the lawn (there's no space to land, but my guests can come down in a beam-elevator), and I'll play Over the Moon from E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial through my son's Rocka speaker so they feel appreciated and welcome. I've been… Continue reading Cups for Flying Saucers
A tiny child with fluffy ringlets is tottering along the path, jabbering away in Ee-wah-e-meee small talk. She totters past my unit every day and has the gift of the gabble. I don't understand her language, but I have no problem interpreting what it says about her: she's an engaging, peppy, strong-willed Miss Madam. I… Continue reading Somebody & Little-Girl-Shrunk
Yesterday, my youngest son watched Dumb & Dumber on his phone while doing the dishes. His Samsung is laid to rest on the counter top adjacent to the kitchen sink. The sponge and soap suds go round and round a plate in slow spirals, the plate is rinsed and placed on the drying rack, all… Continue reading Duh, Say I
Other than you, the first person invited to my exclusive Nutter's Nook, which I preside over as self-elected Chief Nutter, is Russell Brand. I enjoy his humor, irreverent farting bird, loose-neck t-shirts, tattoos, man bun, necklace, and hippie Russy-wussy-ness. Here's why I need him, and his YouTube channel, on my team: Russell is an entertaining… Continue reading Nutter’s Nook