Monthly Archives: March 2012

Apathy:  The fact the my running schedule has slipped to a sad shell of a schedule.  I end up running once a week and walking once a week.  I am not counting when I walk Verbal – he is a … Continue reading →

So the sign says in Brooklyn.  I’m not really sure that I would want to try Alive Fish Soda… so maybe this is a good argument for the use of commas.  I am sure the teens of teen group are grateful … Continue reading →

Well, the March lion has returned.  So much for the balmy weather that I prefer.  This morning met me with biting, chilly winds.  Verbal and I shivered down the path and dreaded heading for home because it meant walking into … Continue reading →

Wow,  just read a blog headline that said “Did my blog suck today?”  Um, well, I don’t think I want to know if mine did or does. Not that I think my blog is so wonderful… at least not all … Continue reading →

This morning as I walked Verbal in the fog, I was reminded of the e.e. cummings poem that begins… in Just- spring          when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles          far          and wee While there was no … Continue reading →

Well, just finished watching two movies with Mom – Northanger Abbey – which was awesome… if you are a Jane Austen fan.  Otherwise, you might be in some level of hell.  Having never read the book, the whole plot was … Continue reading →

Seriously, there are some days when it feels that futile, and no ‘Pop, goes the weasel’ at the end. I have been stalking friends on LinkedIn… ok not quite, but kind of… to track down connections, to initiate introductions, to … Continue reading →

Recovering from a sinfully good Panini sandwich…. focacia bread with fontina cheese, carmelized onions, and sautéed apples.  Yum.  Wash that down with some cheap red plonk and oooh, yummy goodness! Yes, it’s Sunday evening… and while I got none of my paperwork done (and I … Continue reading →

Actually, I missed George Clooney in DC – which is a shame because I happily would have protested genocide outside the Sudanese embassy, and not for the purpose of meeting George.  Instead, I was down the street at the Folger … Continue reading →

As you can see from the title, I am off to French class this morning.  Actually, it’s an assessment this morning to determine how abysmal my conversational French has become.  Given the dearth of French speakers in State College, my … Continue reading →