“What curious flamboyant floetry”, said the temperamental Mr. Phinty Snicklefritz between mouthfuls of cronut, as the lute played icicle chimes amidst a kerfuffle of cuticles and blather.

I’m sure you want to know the rest of what happened to Mr. Phinty Snicklefritz as much as I do, but we’ll leave his story for another time. It’s been quite awhile since I have had an inclination to write anything blog like, either due to external obstaculature, or internal…

lost friends

The Great Drift

A few years ago, I attended the funeral of the father of two of my closest childhood friends, a brother and sister.  We had been the best of friends for many many years. As we grew older, we began to see less of each other, until finally we hardly ever…


All for Jeannie!

In my great aunt’s youth, she babysat a young girl who came from a very wealthy family. The child’s name was Jeannie. During Jeannie’s playtime with other children, my great aunt would supply treats, such as cookies, or cupcakes, for the children to share. Jeannie however, always had other ideas….


The Christmas Contagion

Apparently, I come across as a bit “anti-people” in my writings, and possibly in my day to day mutterings. While this has some truth to it, I hasten to add that this is not my natural inclination. As time goes on, I find more and more people to be increasingly…


Rat a Tat Tat

“It’s a rat,” I said. “It’s not a rat. It’s a really big mouse,”  he said. I wasn’t so sure. But one thing was clear. It was dead, courtesy of my cat, who tripped over her own kill in her rush to come into the warm house. It was clear…