Brothers can you spare a quarter? Crickets. UTTERS. A comic and a workout…

~Thursday~  I’ve seen the man before who sat in the seat in front of me on the bus this morning. I’m quite sure he’s a veteran of some war. He wears some sort of orange medical band on his left wrist and usually has his walking cane draped over the seat in front of him. … Read more

A “piggy banker,” a pumpkin orange blouse, not me in an ad, and dancing…

~Wednesday~ This morning we had a “Piggy Banker” board the bus at one stop. This is the person who pays their fare with a gazillion coins. One after another after another—that interminable clanging as the coins drop down the long, cylindrical chamber of the fare machine, and the people behind them waiting to get on … Read more

A DEfever, dreadlocks AGAIN, my 31st wedding anniversary, and dancing…

~Wednesday~ The first thing I did this morning was take my temperature. It was 97.1. A de-fever, I guess. The next thing I did was… well, let’s just say that I’m “regular” again and leave it at that. This morning there was a man on the bus with dreadlocks (Yes, dreadlocks yet again!) and a … Read more

Flossing, why Rx is prescription, workout headgames, and affirmations…

~Sunday~ I fixed the most delicious—if I may say so myself (I just did, actually)—Western omelets for breakfast today. They were accompanied by two turkey sausage links each and a half of a bagel each. And coffee (of course!) made by Robert. I’m coming down the home stretch in terms of being ready for my … Read more

Buscapades, dreadlocks (again!), people-in-the-news, and young-dumb-and-full-of…

~Thursday~  This morning Library Guy—who wears glasses, is usually totally silent on the bus, doesn’t make eye contact, and almost always reads, usually a magazine in his field of study—was yammering away with the lady behind me, who was the lady I mentioned a week or two ago who at that time was reading a … Read more

An airport run, Obama comes to rally in Raleigh, Skype, and dancing…

~Wednesday~ I was up at 5:20, left my house at 5:30, and picked up Joe at 5:45 for an airport delivery of his body to the US Airway terminal for yet another trip to Pennsylvania to address family issues. Back home, I had a quick breakfast, and brewed four cups of coffee while I made … Read more

A playah, John Martin r u there, nude sunning, a haircut, and a cry…

~Monday~  The lady sitting in the seat on the opposite side of the bus, and one row up from me had on a multi-colored dress—deep, dark colors of swirled images. She had on dangling earrings that resembled a tiny cluster of grapes, but with each “grape” exactly matching one of the colored swirls in her dress. … Read more