The Beacon Inn is lovely in that aint-it-quaint New England way. It's an old brownstone in a pretty block of brownstones. When we arrived about 9:15 it was all locked up and dark. After ringing the doorbell a few times a guy appeared and let us in. The first room was on the main floor. It was spacious, furnished with eclectic country antiques, ( Read more... )

Recently I took a trip down Memory Lane and went to see the house in rural NJ that I lived in before moving to NC. In 1960, when we left that house, I was ten; it broke my heart to move. It was at the foot of a small mountain and had a stream around three sides of it, plus a nice pond, stone dock, summerhouse, guesthouse, and big red barn. Forty- ( Read more... )

Got this from Plumm. Ooooh, such pretty, pretty pictures, hard to choose

Your Hidden Talent
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One of my mom's good friends died recently--Mom doesn't seem to know exactly when except that it was a recent Tuesday. She wouldn't even know that much except that it seems the friend, Pat, went into the hospital on a Tuesday declaring she would not stay there longer than a week; she did not. Unbeknownst to Mom and her friends, who kept hearing ( Read more... )

The first day of June. A roller coaster day. I officially closed the PF2005 with $829,625, more than 10% over goal. This makes me happy, and helps me to believe that I am competent and hardworking. Alan is flying to Munich to join the IBF; this makes me sad (not overwrought, tragedy-type sad, just I'll miss my sweetie sad). Niko is coming ( Read more... )

From Cooie, who genteelly described it as the particles of shit that stick to and hang in the hairs around the asshole of their long-haired cat, I learned the word schmeg. Although I did not ask, I believe that this word is, or certainly can be, used to name the same particles regardless of which animalian ass they adorn. So, Miranda, confronted ( Read more... )

My latest fortune cookie says 'Your life is changing, go with the flow.' My first reaction was: here's a news flash; tell me more. And the last half? Not my strength! Now that I've calmed down, and realized that someone half a world away stuffing bits of paper into a sickly sweet pastry doesn't know shit about me, I have decided this is ( Read more... )

OK, so you want to hear about Templeton, by which I mean Templeton and his extended/extensive family, all of whom want to join our family. It's not too grim really, but he is smarter than we are, and that is annoying ( Read more... )

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