Chemo diary, Part 1: Months of treatment end with faint shrugs and shushed whimpers

I stood before the cymbidiums at the market when a woman exclaimed, “You’ve got a PICC line.” She was of medium stature, slender, mid-50s, long blonde hair. Her accent originated in a backwater part of South Africa. Maybe she was a Boer and her first language was Afrikaans. However hard she was to understand, she … More Chemo diary, Part 1: Months of treatment end with faint shrugs and shushed whimpers

A Girl Scout’s small voice carries far when a mighty message is in hand

Last Sunday afternoon I could hear a stranger’s voice coming through the front door. “Hello-o-o!”The voice had turned hard right from the entry hallway and right again into the kitchen and then carried even further through the connecting door to the garage. I was in there looking for painting supplies and didn’t care to be interrupted … More A Girl Scout’s small voice carries far when a mighty message is in hand

What shoes are saying to each other in light of the First Lady’s visit to Houston

Shoes, especially women’s shoes, are a favorite of mine. They bring out my inner Andy Warhol. Here, I experimented a bit. I’m trying for washes that “read” better on the scanner. I need to use staining pigments; the violets and grays don’t read at all. Eventually, I’ll figure this out. Also, I need to go … More What shoes are saying to each other in light of the First Lady’s visit to Houston

Getting to the point of buying a car with carbs and hearing that clickety fuel pump

A friend whose collection nears 10 cars has just bought his first with carburetors. It’s a 1971 MGB converted to Webers. The other cars have fuel-injected engines. This MGB was a deal-sweetener in the exchange of two midengine boondoggles, one from Italy for one from England. He reports a pleasant surprise: “Really a nice driver. … More Getting to the point of buying a car with carbs and hearing that clickety fuel pump