The coming storm, tonight and tomorrow, Forty or sometimes seventy miles wind blow. It's calm now, just look out the window, but something ominous in the air, I know. Remember Sandy, more than seven years ago? What a wild gusty day, when sky's grey, nerves fray, and even the cat stops to play. The TV … Continue reading The Coming Storm →

How old are those blinds--they were always there. The sun shines through and through when I sit in my chair. Whichever way I turn, sunlight on me all afternoon. I daze, I heat up, my mind feels like a balloon. Change the blinds, but they are half functioning. Go to office, but we work from … Continue reading Old Blinds →

Gypsum dissolved, soy milk heated, Alas, the watery mixture is not what I wanted. Which step is missed or uncompleted? Failure is not mother of success-- give up right now, but nevertheless I have to swallow the mess. Throwing away this is wasteful. Of all things, most distasteful. Rules I grew up with, still earful.