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People, places, and and the uncommonplace telling stories as they travel with Morganica (Cynthia Morgan) in mind and memory; neighbors, friends, and findings

27 09, 2015

How I spent my summer

2017-11-15T19:07:54-08:00

Meet Elmo, a contraption of titanium and silicone, now serving as my left knee My summer didn't include writing about it, which you may have noticed. Sometimes your summers are lazy, where you spend your days in a hammock, listening to the ice melt in your lemonade. You can write about that. Or renovation summers, where the whine of the [...]

How I spent my summer2017-11-15T19:07:54-08:00
12 07, 2015

Severance package

2015-10-31T23:52:11-07:00

Dear The Knee (“TK”); It is with great regret that we inform you that your position as Left Knee for Cynthia Morgan, Human Organism has been made redundant. Beginning Monday, July 13, 2015, all left knee functionality will be managed by a Zimmer Biomet NextGen machine and so your services will no longer be required. […]

Severance package2015-10-31T23:52:11-07:00
20 06, 2015

Drive-by birding

2017-11-15T19:12:37-08:00

"Do anything exciting tonight?" asked my friend Clarissa. ...except that Clarissa isn't really her name. "You writing about this the way you did LAST time?" she asked. I said, well, maybe... "Then don't you DARE use my name. Last time ******** couldn't stop laughing. He said ********** and I didn't know about ********** and that maybe I should ************." (Portions redacted to protect her identity) "I [...]

Drive-by birding2017-11-15T19:12:37-08:00
11 04, 2015

Dennis and the feds

2015-04-11T20:20:48-07:00

I want y'all to know I am NOT doing my taxes right now. Please notice the date. Yup. Procrastinating again. (No gloating, Shelby) Dear dear DEAR Mr. Taxman, I PROMISE that right after I post this, I will definitely tackle finding all those scattered notices and W-whatnots and receipts and stuff and get them all sorted and parceled out and jammed into proper little piles of regimented columns in the tax program so [...]

Dennis and the feds2015-04-11T20:20:48-07:00
13 03, 2015

Blue

2015-11-07T22:00:59-08:00

“I wouldn’t exactly call that SUBTLE,” Markie said doubtfully. “Blue. Subtle. Exactly,” I said firmly, so she set to work. By noon, the fading green stripe on my head had been joined by a SUBTLE navy blue fringe peeking out from under my ears. OK, maybe it’s not all that subtle. Maybe it looks as if I mummified my body [...]

Blue2015-11-07T22:00:59-08:00
2 02, 2015

Stripe? What stripe?

2020-05-05T13:13:14-07:00

Oh yeah. THAT stripe. It's kinda hard to miss, and getting a fair number of puzzled looks. Apparently other folk, venturing into rainbow hair color, start small. They polychrome a tiny curl at the nape of the neck, or tuck a pastel lock back behind the ear. Me? Naaah. If I'm gonna dye my hair the color of a thousand [...]

Stripe? What stripe?2020-05-05T13:13:14-07:00
19 01, 2015

Dogloverload

2020-05-05T13:14:15-07:00

“At bird shows, you look up,” he said, pointing up to rafters filled with imaginary avian escapees. “At dog shows? You look DOWN!” And everyone chuckled. I didn’t get the joke until later, when I narrowly avoided a fresh canine surprise–eeeuw!–while trying to retain my dignity by not saying stuff like “uzzums wuzzums GOOD BOY, uzzums wuzzums DOGGIE?” to every [...]

Dogloverload2020-05-05T13:14:15-07:00
3 01, 2015

Pro-cras-tin-ay-ay-shun

2020-05-05T13:14:52-07:00

Pro-cras-tin-ay-shun Pro-cras-tin-ay-ay-shun Is makin' you wait Keepin' you way-ay-ay-ay-ay-a-tinnnnn.... So this is supposed to either be a recap of last year and a promise of the new or just a promise of the new or SOME such fresh look at this blog in 2015. Except that I'm not much of a conformer. ;-) From a Myers-Briggs perspective (well, technically, from a Keirsey perspective, [...]

Pro-cras-tin-ay-ay-shun2020-05-05T13:14:52-07:00
26 11, 2014

In The Jerk’s shoes

2015-12-19T22:15:11-08:00

“This,” I said eagerly, “Is the very latest Apple Macintosh, the easiest way to learn graphic design on a computer. Even turning it on is simple!” I pressed a button and –bongggg!!!– the screen came to life. “See?” She burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Sometimes fate, or maybe something deeper, drags you face to face with what could [...]

In The Jerk’s shoes2015-12-19T22:15:11-08:00
2 11, 2014

Me and the god of adventure

2020-05-05T13:17:42-07:00

"Your burglar alarm company just called; your house is on fire," Mom said on my mobile phone...just as my flight was boarding. Sigh. It's been a busy week, and it's only Monday. Been doing my usual 72 things at once: Houseful of guests (the incredible glass artist and lovely person Carol Carson, with her equally lovely sister and daughter). My sister's in town from DC, staying with my folks. My plane lands back in Glassland four hours before the party I'm throwing for Carol on Wednesday (y'all come!). I'm getting ready for a sculpture show this weekend. The antmind decided that BigBoy, my ginormous old Dell desktop, was a perfect place to raise the kids. You know, I think there's a god of adventure sitting in an office somewhere, and everytime he gets bored he types my name, hits the send button...and here we go again.

Me and the god of adventure2020-05-05T13:17:42-07:00
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