Laissez les bons temps rouler!!!

When there isn’t a myth that suits your needs, by all means create one. (Ellespeth)

Today is Mardi Gras. Where I live now, it’s simply Tuesday. There aren’t any throngs of people yelling and singing and waking me up at the crack of dawn because they decided not to go home the night before. No. That was the first 50 years of my life. And here I am now, in Silicon Valley…sitting in my living room thinking about how fantastic it would be if everyone, in Mountain View, put on a costume and pranced around down El Camino Avenue on Fat Tuesday. And kids would have their faces painted and eat unhealthy corn dogs on a stick and cotton candy. Adults would drink milk punch laced with brandy :) How fun!

We made milk punch this afternoon and gumbo for supper and listened to the sound track from Cabaret. I made an old-fashioned banana cream pie for dessert.

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. The beginning of Lent.  40 days of sort of fasting.  I’m going to burn a smudge stick tomorrow and tap the ashes into a special bowl and smudge them across our foreheads and our palms. “You are dust, and to dust you shall return.” (Genesis 3:19)

It’s not midnight yet though so…Laissez les bons temps rouler!!! (Let the good times roll!!)


This Doesn’t Deserve A Title

ready-1153149_640Luckily, for me, not a person I know – other than you – knows about my blog. So I feel fairly ‘safe’ to post this…however…I may think better of it at a later moment…

There I am, having a lunch with my best friend. We watch babies and toddlers together at some church 6 hours a week. You do, too. So she says that the new person heading this – let’s call it mommy’s morning out thingy – is thinking of this:

“Maybe we should just have Christians watching the kids.”

My best friend is Jewish. You are an Atheist. Oh dear!

So there we are  having lunch and she passes this sorta gossipy info to me and I’m really…I mean I don’t know how to express this civilly…I’m just floored.

What is this world coming to when some church organization worries about the religious affiliation of someone watching kids who can’t even talk yet? And, are Christians so much better than other people?

This is disgusting to me.

Of course I came home and told you right away. It didn’t surprise you. So I said that if they let you and my friend go I’m quitting, too. What will they do about the Buddhist lady working there?

I know. I know. It’s a church. They can do what they want. They aren’t bound by freedom of religion laws and upon what our country was founded. God has spoken to them – especially – and made churches free to treat people as they interpret the Bible.

I’m really pissed. I’m thinking nothing will probably come of this but it could and so I’m pissed.  Why would I expect anything different from organized religion?  Oh well :(


Sometimes I Feel Like A Wrung Out Rag

kitchen-691247_640I think I like this post title as, perhaps, a poem or a story idea. But now onto more important matters:

It’s been two years since my last license renewal. Because of my macular degeneration, I have to renew my license every two years and TAKE A FRIGGIN DRIVING TEST!

It’s not like I didn’t know this was going to happen but, wishfully, I wondered what I’d do if the state forgot about me. And you, Mr. Law Abiding Citizen, informed me that I’d have to renew before it expired…even if the state didn’t notify me :(

Last time, I paid to take a driving course…even though I’ve been driving for 50 years. This year, instead of paying for a driving course, I am subjecting you and my best friend to driving all around the DMV office twice a week. This is week 2. Due to Google mapping issues, one of last week’s days was a disaster, so I had to have three days of driving the course. Then two this week and one more, next Monday, and then my driving test is next Wednesday.

If I don’t pass it, I’ll just keep taking it until I do – even if it means taking the driving test in some small California town…while on ‘vacation’.

My arm feels much better. I’m still resting it. I hope to back up and typing away in another day or two. For now I’m coloring pages from some doodle-like coloring book – positive affirmations and shapes and flowers. I feel like a flower child all over again. I’m working, long hand, on my letter outline for April’s A-Z Blogging challenge. I’ve decided on a theme of sorts and realizing that life happens and some days may be off-theme days.


 image from pixabay

The Truth of the Matter

bloggingI feel like a teenager.  I’m almost 65 years old and I’ve snuck out of bed to respond to some comments on my work and to say:

My arm is still in pain.  It’s ‘somewhat better’.  Please forgive me if I just like your posts and don’t comment on them…at least for a week or so I’m told.


image from pixabay

Cafe Conversations – Fiction

Here is my submission for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  Thanks to PJ for hosting this weekly challenge. She found the photo on Pixabay.

Join the fun!  Click the lil froggy for more stories or to add your own.

blue truckCafe Conversations

“You can’t be serious,” my brother said.

We were at the Cafe Du Monde, having a coffee and sharing an order of beignets. I’d just told him I was going to marry Buck. “Oh but I am serious,” I replied. “It will be a small ceremony at City Hall.”

“Not even a Catholic ceremony, Sissy?” My brother looked at me aghast. He reached into his shirt pocket for one of his healthier light cigarettes and eyed me sternly. “You did say he was an atheist, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and a Republican.”

“Oh my good God, Sissy!”

“Can’t we just pretend those parts don’t matter?” I asked. I was licking powdered sugar from my finger tips. I was just about to say something,  of great importance,  when Buck came by in an old blue pick-up and honked his horn.

I stood up and walked over to my brother and gave him a little peck on his cheek. “I probably should go now,”  I said before I sashayed away.


The Great Iowa Blizzard

I’m so glad the Iowa caucus is over and that, sometimes, even politicians have awful hairdressers.

America is well-known for giving chance to the under dog.

My only political view about this entire election year is that, even if they don’t win, Sanders and Trump supporters are making an important statement about how our country is governed.  Many things matter – during an election – other than who is eventually elected.

I’m remaining hopeful for November’s outcome.