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
Author: TeaShell
At home, in my shell, I respond to the name Michele Damstra and drink an awful lot of tea
Somebody & Little-Girl-Shrunk
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
Duh, Say I
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
Nutter’s Nook
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
From the Heart
Your phone rings and you look at the screen. It's one of your brothers. The brother who only ever calls you from his wife's phone because they talk to you as a couple. The brother who never calls you mid morning. Your heart stops because you know, just know, something has happened to someone you… Continue reading From the Heart
Visiting Mrs Wiggs
A beautiful, gracious, elegant, elderly women, bent and crooked of body, but upright and brave of mind, has lent me her precious, restored, vintage copy of a book titled Mrs Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch. Written by Alice Hegan Rice when the 20th century had only just begun, its pages are as thick as board… Continue reading Visiting Mrs Wiggs
