'Fly Me to the Moon' in the back yard, 1969

'Fly Me to the Moon' in the back yard, 1969
I love hearing and reading the anniversary stories about the first landing on the moon in 1969. It takes me back to the first historic event I can remember in much detail. Not that I thought of it all that accurately. It was something that captured my imagination — maybe a bit too much (and... Read more »

Why aren't these expressions?

I had a kind friend send a good message this week, hoping my headache was long gone. It was gone, but it hadn’t been gone long — so it was a doubly kind message, sending me this post idea as well as good wishes. Why couldn’t I just say “Thank you, it’s short gone”? Why... Read more »

Re-reading a Sustaining Book vs. reading a new one

Re-reading a Sustaining Book vs. reading a new one
I have been careful with the books I’m choosing to read on my commutes to work by bus. My bus books are lighter in weight, but also absorbing. Two were a pair I’d read already, but one of them I’d read repeatedly since buying my own copy, and its sequel, “The Haunted Bookshop,”  I hadn’t re-read... Read more »
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The musical version of a new operating system

The musical version of a new operating system
I’m working with a new computer operating system in my new job, using a Mac every day after using only PCs for five years (and Macs irregularly before that). It’s a lot to learn — the same up to a point, then thoroughly different, often when I least expect a difference. After a couple of... Read more »

'The Haunted Bookshop' -- a Sustaining sequel

'The Haunted Bookshop' -- a Sustaining sequel
One of the first things I did when I got my new job was to prepare for rush-hour commutes again. For me, rush-hour commutes (which in the evening are neither a rush nor an hour) mean the return of bus books. Luckily for me, I knew exactly the first two books I wanted for my... Read more »

Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room

Birthday time in the Imaginary Writers' Room
Daphne du Maurier, Agatha Christie, Robert Louis Stevenson and Robert Burns  gathered behind the closed door of the Imaginary Writers’ Room, one of the larger and more comfortable corners of my mind. “Where is he?” demanded Agatha. “Where’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle? It’s his birthday, after all!” “Well, yes, by Margaret’s time,” said Stevenson. “It’s... Read more »
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Due to technical difficulties beyond our control... beats File not found

Due to technical difficulties beyond our control... beats File not found
The fast pace of the new century — the thought that since we can get some things done faster, we should — has killed off some lovely expressions that nearly everyone seemed to know years ago. One of the expressions I grew up hearing on TV and radio was “Due to technical difficulties beyond our... Read more »

Singing in the rain -- with a neighbor, it's more fun

Singing in the rain -- with a neighbor, it's more fun
Our recent rainy days have me looking out for a little neighbor boy I encountered in similar weather last spring. I walked under the local bridge for the “L” train and was just ready to get out of the rain, but he walked under it and was singing to his mother. “Rain, rain, go away,”... Read more »

Happy Mother's Day? Well, if you insist....

Happy Mother's Day? Well, if you insist....
Here comes Mother’s Day. I’m already wondering about facing my first Father’s Day with no one to celebrate, but I think Mother’s Day is harder, even the 14th time around. People keep wishing me “Happy Mother’s Day” without knowing that I don’t have either children or a living mother. I suppose this one’s harder than... Read more »
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How my cello got here via the Indianapolis Motor Speedway

How my cello got here via the Indianapolis Motor Speedway
When I was a schoolgirl, I was Serious enough — and growing fast enough — to need a full-sized cello, not the smaller one I’d been practicing on. My parents, meanwhile, were in the church choir, where musical things got discussed even after rehearsals. The conductor turned out to have a friend who was ready... Read more »