I sit here eating chocolate because I want to cry or get a massage or let a kid out of a cage, all of this which I’m sure is a politically incorrect thought not to mention a terrible title.

One week you go to Provence; the next, the dentist. I just got back from a two hour session at the dentist office… the first half of the process of replacing an old crown and an old filling.  That’s what happens when you get old (enough). Shit! The work that was already done, ok, a … Continue reading I sit here eating chocolate because I want to cry or get a massage or let a kid out of a cage, all of this which I’m sure is a politically incorrect thought not to mention a terrible title.

Grey Day…

San Francisco is being its usual summer-y self.  Cold, grey, and windy.  I used to have more energy for it, though never did I ever like it.  When I first came across a San Francisco summer — on the corner of 5th and Market when I was eight — sitting on the cold concrete sidewalk … Continue reading Grey Day…

Totnes. Part 2.

The last couple of days I was in Totnes (pronounced Taut-ness, or tot-ness), I stayed at a quaint little hotel called “The Royal Seven Stars”.  Quite a royal name, fancy and all, but inside it was actually rather down-to-earth, as was almost everything about Totnes.  I would recommend this hotel, as I would also recommend … Continue reading Totnes. Part 2.

How I figured an alternative to a less than good idea I was contemplating…

  Day two, today, of my great European adventure, I spent one night, last night at the Rho Hotel just off Dam Square in the heart of Amsterdam’s City Center, which means throngs of tourists, every one in a hurry, most of them not knowing where they are either, and whether tourist or local, not … Continue reading How I figured an alternative to a less than good idea I was contemplating…

I remember Grandpa Harry praying, “Thank G-d for not making me a woman”.

And then he tried to explain it away in some way that didn’t seem anti-female. I’m not writing any thing new here.  We all know — don’t we? — that in many if not most societies women still fall in the category of seriously second class citizen?  Where are the exceptions?  Iceland? Maybe? Icelandic women … Continue reading I remember Grandpa Harry praying, “Thank G-d for not making me a woman”.