My journal of big words and pretty pictures
It was a smell that I secretly loved. A wicked mélange of lane oil, lemon-scented wood polish and sweaty feet. Walking into the lanes, a beautiful cacophony of bells and buzzers assaulted my senses. The league players filled the middle lanes, leaving only the fringe alleys for us amateurs. The reverberations from the resin balls … Continue reading Topping the ball
When celebrities do something stupid, illegal, bonehead, offensive, tactless, socially unacceptable, (insert adjective du jour here) and we complain that they're only seeking media coverage while blasting their faux pas over every available news and social media outlet ad nauseam... then the terrorists win. Perhaps... if we just ignore them. Cut off their attention whore … Continue reading Train wreck rubbernecking
School started last week, and the local ball fields are now barren of summer league games. They seem so lonely without all the children playing and parents yelling. It didn't rain for a change this weekend, but there were still huge puddles and soggy grass. I tried to capture the abandoned feel of one of … Continue reading Dog days are over
“Did you remember the candles?” I piped on the icing roses and added “Happy Birthday” with a fancy flourish. Holding up a small box, he shook out four pink polka-dot tapers. “Of course, here ya go. You've really outdone yourself this year.” “Turn out the lights so we can see the flames better.” I picked … Continue reading Losing sleep
Drift away on a sailboat of wishes, O’er a stardust sea. Silver moon lights the way To a land of sweet dream kisses. Close your eyes, count to three. Tomorrow we shall play.
A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.” ~ Barbara Holland Crazy Cat Lady … Continue reading Cat lady
Thin spiral notebook 