Today I watched an exchange between two subway riders. One was a man, who brought attention to himself for crying out “winning” “winning”. Read more
Archive for March, 2011
Rip and I volunteer for Hospice. Every saturday we spend a couple of hours in a nursing home in Plymouth. It’s not the nicest of places, but then I can’t imagine a nursing home of any kind would be much fun. We get to leave however. Last night one of our patients passed away. Read more
there’s nothing like a chip in the middle of the day. Any day. It’s a guilty pleasure. I’m more a savory gal than a sweet tooth cookie gal.
or Maggie may not. Maggie doesn’t know a lot about a lot. But her world is full and we love her. For that, she loves us back. Like us, she sometimes doesn’t always want to get out of bed. She doesn’t always want to go outside when it’s raining. But she always loves to talk about food, and eating is a pure pleasure. We’re a good match.
Empty-handed I entered
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going –
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Kozan Ichikyo, 1360
I’ve spent the last two weeks pouring over various trip advisor reviews of hotels and being amazed at the power of social media and user reviews. While I know that a lot of these reviews are scorned guests or perhaps the local competition, I’ve been glad to learn about musty carpets, or noise pollution coming from downstairs bars in pubs masquerading as Inns. Read more