rantings & ramblings
It’s Sunday, and it’s sure living up to its name: the sun is bright and at 10:00 AM it already felt like 99 degrees. Contrary to Chappell Roan, it doesn’t make me feel like dancing, it makes me feel like staying inside with the AC on – and maybe a few fans, too.
Continue reading “Dog Days of Summer (2025)”
Last night we had severe wind and rain and I woke up to water in my kitchen, seeming to come from an outside wall, under my dishwasher, and heading toward the refrigerator. Joy.
Continue reading “Here Comes Summer, I Guess”
It’s “Punk for a Day” day, and so I did the punk thing of voting against authoritarianism, fascism, nazism, and militaristic/religious nationalism.
I brought you my bullets, you brought me your love? More like, “you brought me a ballot, I brought you my vote”
It’s the first full weekend in September and our production of Twelfth Night has wrapped and the stage is struck and I promised I would be back to my normal posting schedule and so here we are. It’s a rainy September weekend and I have a summer/fall crossover simmer pot on the stove and I’m catching up on podcasts while I type – it’s about time to break out the fireplace DVDs for ambiance – and it feels good to be back while also feeling a tad overwhelming after being gone for so long.
Continue reading “Sunday with Billy Shakes’ Pear”
Rain is gently pattering on the windows and the house smells faintly of honeyed incense. Pull up a chair – I’ll pour the drinks and we’ll chat about the week.
Continue reading “Sippin’ Sunday Afternoon”
It’s Sunday night and the day is winding down and I’ve put on Thirteen Ghosts of Scooby Doo. Pour a drink if you’d like (I have some water) and let’s talk about the week that was.
Continue reading “Sunday Night Scooby Doo”
Running In My Head 