And here we are. Just wow..

Avengers Resemble!

How the time does get away? I think on this cold December night.  

Much of this month has me crossing the Atlantic again and again which I'm happy to do.  Mostly I hope I can just begin to put words together once more which is a thing that I used to do with relish.  Choosing a pub with space and fine bitters will help but I thrive on the bustle of the Blackfriars which is my favorite and most visited.  Anyway, I started this post with no idea what to write but just to feel the keys under my fingertips yet again.  More will come..

Give it up, don't try and understand..

Hard to remember as glorious a day in late May as this one.  I sit on the veranda of Rancho Aguirre and enjoy a free Saturday.  The health of Jonny Cat has deteriorated and will not hold and I am devastated but the cycle of life is unstoppable.  I can plan many excursions but the first one will be to collect my soul in slumber.
     Included is a photo of my recent visit to Indian Creek and a side trip to a wall of petroglyphs and dinosaur tracks.  Maybe my soul is still sitting there..  Wink..

Come up the Years..

So many days past since my last post.. can it really be 8 years? I try this now to awaken the sleeper and may the gods forgive me..

Days of the Deads

November to Remember. Stay tuned.

More to Come...

Happy Halloween, everybody. America's favorite funblog will be back soon, pending good election results. Vote Obama or sink deeper.

Left to Write

Ahh, sweet California again, here with the lovely Annabelle at the Huntington Gardens near Pasadena. Fortuna has dealt me another unexpected turn as the temps here topped out around 100 this weekend in a freak wave of heat, but there is so much here to brighten the soul that I've hardly noticed. Tomorrow the mercury 'sposed to drop into the normal range and by Friday I should be golfing in the seventies, score and temperature (no Centigrade jokes). I'm sitting out back right now at Annabelle's little house in Attwater Village. A quaint arboretum shades me with exotic limbs and vines all above that silently crackle with the brittle, pink, paper leaves that occasionally fall on my keyboard. I'm just missing a cup of tea but I have other delights to make up for it. I spent almost one entire year in one time zone. Weird. Thoughts like that fly at me here and I relish a new perspective. Obviously I haven't posted in a month because I really just haven't had anything to say. Besides, this thing has gotten to a weird point where there are things I wouldn't now feel comfortable writing about since my name is on this behemoth. I do have a new painting on the slab but it's thousands of miles away at the moment. Funny that when I work on it again, it will take on a new personality because some of my experiences here will be in it emotionally. And that's fine.