Author Archives: Susan

In the middle of the local news last night, I felt a change of sorts.  Belief, or my perspective of the world suddenly became doubt and I listened closely as the news anchor, after reporting on the two parolees responsible … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I do have my hometown blog on rss feed, though honestly, not much seems to be going on.  However, I was thrilled to see that a webcam has been installed on the top of town hall and going to the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Lilies at the grocery store stop me short, pull me from the produce aisle and suddenly there is the sound of children’s voices, thin and high in song.  The lyrics drift through phonetically, the same as how they once were … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Had a real dismal mood all mapped out to write about, about age and mortality and what could be the biggest joke of all.  Then I read Anne’s post for the day. And I can’t stop laughing long enough to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

C’mon now, can you honest-to-God see four guys jamming at a roadhouse singing "vive Viagra!" Continue reading →

Can’t help my dark side; I love this: Dewalt Power Tools.wmv Continue reading →

First cold morning reminds of classrooms, schoolyards.  Another job opportunity on campus tempts, but I fear I am the laughingstock of HR already so I’ll let it be, lay low, retain some shred of pride. A meeting with a friend … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, neat.  Some early morning weeding in the vegie garden and around the shop where threatening vines and waist-high crabgrass discourage entrance.  Picked yellow squash and cucumbers of course, a tomato and some bell peppers with pointed ends unpunked-in the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The feeders are empty, he says.  I just filled them this morning, I reply. The lower one too? he asks. The male cardinal is sitting there chirping for you to fill it. Tell him to go to the other one, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Focused on writing voice this morning, Augustine’s and others mentioned in weblogs around the way.  It brings me to awareness of a mid-August summer day here in New England and what it sounds like, what it says. Nowhere else is … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Nice rainy day and silence enough to hear the raindropping and dripping off the leaves, a random rain sound but for those drops dripping off the corner of the barn which, at a given point of saturation, become a synchronic … Continue reading → Continue reading →