Bolos levedos, a surprised kitty, starting holiday cards, a workout, and a night out…

~Saturday~  I went back to sleep at 6:00 and got up at 11:30 amidst the most ridiculous, ridiculous dream. The Portuguese sweet bread known as massa is indeed all gone, but now I’ve thawed out the Bolos Levedos that I’d put in my freezer. These are Portuguese muffins, also a little bit on the sweet … Read more

I’m a student again, not allowed to eat OPF, ASB dinner, Tiger’s woes, and Ennio…

~Thursday~  I caught the Wolfline #9 Greek Village bus into work, which sadly, was lacking buscapde material. These drugs are kicking ass. I can already feel an improvement in my cough. My application for re-enrollment as a student in non-degree status was completed today, and I was accepted back getting my old student ID number … Read more

No gonad protection; the antibiotic, narcotic, and steroid trifecta; and dancing swimmingly…

~Wednesday~  First thing this morning, I called my doctor’s office to get an appointment to have another look at this cough. The inhaler therapy has been a total bust, doing nothing but instigating an asthma attack last Wednesday. I wanted to see Amy Hird, my regular doctor whom you know I love, but she wasn’t … Read more

Conspiring buscapade characters, becoming a student again, MBD signs, and the trivial at trivia…

~Tuesday~  I think my buscapade characters are conspiring against me for riding the Wolfline buses a lot lately. This morning’s city bus offered up only Sci-Fi Fantasy Man, reading as usual, but without the usual ear buds in. None of my other peeps made an appearance today. We had our weekly department meeting from 9:00-10:00 … Read more

A rider with his legs spread, death in threes, Salon VI, and minimal karaoke…

~Monday~  I had the most ridiculous dreams all night long about editing a document in Microsoft Word that was going to be published on the web. Inane. I got behind enough this morning to miss the 8:15 city bus, so I carried myself over to Gorman Street to catch the #9 Greek Village Wolfline bus. … Read more

A Facebook money-wiring scam, Andre Agassi “Open,” and the “After Prom Party”…

~Saturday~  I was up at 8:30 and had a most delicious breakfast sandwich, consisting of turkey sausage, an over-easy egg, and a slice of American cheese melted on top—all on a Portuguese sweet roll. Heaven. I had just logged into Facebook to check out Robert’s Scrabble move, which he usually makes in the morning before … Read more

Thanksgiving meal redux, men and makeup, an exhausting dream, and a 17-year lie…

~Friday~  Joe came over for a late lunch, and I heated up all the leftovers from Vivian and Jeff’s Thanksgiving meal for a repeat, since Joe worked all day yesterday and didn’t have a “real” Thanksgiving dinner. Again, for identification purposes, starting at “12:00” and moving clockwise: chourico (Portuguese sausage), cranberry sauce, corn pudding, mashed … Read more

Thanksgiving, 2009

~Thursday, Thanksgiving Day~  I’d love to have the job of the person who gets to manipulate the art in Google’s logo for various occasions. Today’s was: See the archive of the logo art if you’re interested/curious. Robert arrived around 9:00 and shortly thereafter, we headed to Greenville. We checked in from Wilson to let Vivian … Read more

A buscaRpade, affirmations, an A buscaRpade, affirmations, an asthma-like attack, and dancing…

~Wednesday~  Since we’re being “sent home” (in a good, Thanksgiving, kind of way) today at 3:00, the Wolfline buses aren’t running, and the city bus wouldn’t depart until about 3:40, I decided to use one of my dozen or so free parking passes that you get as a sort of “thank you” for taking public … Read more

Buscapades and digitally-captured dialog all the day long…

~Tuesday~  While I waited for the bus this morning, a college student walked by walking his dachshund, which had the most interesting coloring. It looked like this little guy, except all gray and black even on the paws. What made it even more interesting to me, and made me audibly chuckle actually, was that the … Read more