Friday, May 18, 2018

now familiar

Every time it happens, The Onion posts the same headline. It's a thing, it is now familiar, yet it still goes viral every time. It hits close to home, all of this does. It hurts.  These are our fucking kids, our lives. Our reality.

We thought we were getting somewhere after Parkland, when students around the world felt empowered and inspired by the way their Florida peers were standing up.

San Diego, 55 days ago

Sante Fe High School, 28 days ago

We have gotten nowhere.

If you missed it, here's today's edition:

‘No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Regularly Happens

SANTA FE, TX—In the hours following a violent rampage in Texas in which a lone attacker killed eight individuals and seriously injured several others, citizens living in the only country where this kind of mass killing routinely occurs reportedly concluded Friday that there was no way to prevent the massacre from taking place. “This was a terrible tragedy, but sometimes these things just happen and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop them,” said Ohio resident Erica Webb, echoing sentiments expressed by tens of millions of individuals who reside in a nation where over half of the world’s deadliest mass shootings have occurred in the past 50 years and whose citizens are 20 times more likely to die of gun violence than those of other developed nations. “It’s a shame, but what can we do? There really wasn’t anything that was going to keep this individual from snapping and killing a lot of people if that’s what they really wanted.” At press time, residents of the only economically advanced nation in the world where roughly two mass shootings have occurred every month for the past eight years were referring to themselves and their situation as “helpless.”

Monday, May 14, 2018


So many things this weekend!

My Mom was off celebrating my nephew Joe's college graduation. So we improvised. For Mom and for Joe.

We had our own college graduate . . . 

Congrats, Zoƫ!

Now get out there in the world and knock 'em dead. 
 (Metaphorically speaking.)

And we had our own Mumsie . . .

The world's newest iphone user.

We didn't have this birthday girl . . .

 See you in a few weeks, bride-to-be!

. . . but we had our own birthday boy . . .

The belt. The guns. The smile. I die.

If you had half as much fun improvising as we did around here, then we're both lucky.

Happy Improvision!

Friday, May 11, 2018

flashback friday: speaking of rocks

There are quite a few rock related posts in our history! Here's my fave:



When Jacquie and her young'uns come to visit our fair shores every summer, they and their Uncle Schleckah wander off from Ocean Beach to the rocks at Neptune Park, and have themselves a righteous photo shoot.


I know, right? The awesomeness of it almost makes one want to keel over into a heap of love.

This photo has officially made it onto the walls of the Ledgie Loo.

Honestly. Could you die?

Well, we, as a giant family, went to the Poconos to celebrate Mom and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary. So, no OB that year, but we made up for it in sheer joy at Pocmont.

But, the very next year . . .

The hand on the leg? I die.
Not even an Olympic year. Still, I die.

Uncle Mistah Schleckah can talk them into anything.

Goodbye, 2011 . . . 
. . . and hello . . .


Oooh, the John H behind them!

There's not a lot we can depend on in this big bad world . . .

. . . but we still have these two knuckleheads to save the day.

Monday, May 7, 2018

A Man and His Rocks

Mistah is a lover of rocks.

I mean, who can blame him? Rocks are rock-solid. Rocks are rock stars. Rocks rock. Rocks rock on.

Rocks are solid like a rock.

You know who else loves rocks? And whom Mistah somehow shanghaied into coming over on Sunday to help him?


Which is why when I looked up yesterday morning I saw a dumptruck full of rocks driving into our yard.

A dumptruck full of rocks is a whole lotta rocks.

Remember Louis, from our boulders?

I love our boulders.

And I love our new rocks, too.

We missed Jerry, though.

But we had Louie.

I also love a dump truck.

Heave Ho!

And  . . . Boom.

I rode my bike over to join the fellas for their second run . . .

. . . and our friend Tidge seemed quite delighted that somebody, finally, was getting the rocks out of her yard for her.

Those rocks have been in her yard, next to her newly-built and delightful rock wall, for approximately one million years.

Thumbs up is right, Tidgie.

We brought cans of Modelo because, for godssake people, we are a civilized bunch.

I call this one: "The Rocks, the Magnolia, the Fellas, and Me."

Back home during the second unload I got distracted by all the things that Sunday wanted me to do, but the second load got unloaded via wheelbarrow, weeds got pulled, beers got drunk, burritos got inhaled, Louis went home to his wife and his life, rain fell and fell and fell,  temperatures dropped, and we were left with . . .

. . . a man . . . 

. . . a happy man with a big pile of rocks.

Thursday, May 3, 2018


We discussed the meme at brunch on Sunday, and I told Missy in no uncertain terms that if she nominated me, I’d ignore her.

Naturally, on Monday morning, I saw this:

“Post the art from 10 albums (one each day) which impacted you, without comment, and nominate someone else to do this”. - Day 7
I nominate Jacquie just becausešŸ˜œ

To which I promptly replied:

Because you know I'm not going to do it? K. I've enjoyed yours though!

And I *had* enjoyed hers, and many of the many, many others who’d been posting album covers.

And I *had* been impacted by albums in my life, quite majorly really. The more I thought about it, the longer the virtual list became, inside my fool head.

So Missy, I’m not going to ignore you! And I’m not going to follow the rules, though. I’m posting it here, and I’m not nominating anyone ot follow suit unless they feel like it. Oh, and I’m not limiting myself to ten.

Monday, April 30, 2018

The Best Seat in Provincetown, Redux

Remember when I was famous?

Yeah, that was cool.

Well, we found ourselves back in Provincetown, back to being blissed-out happy, back at -- you guessed it -- back at the Best Seat in Provincetown.

And because that place has a magical vibe, and because we finagled ourselves an additional day in P-Town, and because we were having such a wonderful time, when a random guy said to us, "Give me your phone -- I need to take your photo from outside the bar; I promise I won't steal it," we responded, "How do we look?"

Oh, we looked good.

You can see the reflection of guy's hand holding my phone . . .

. . . you can see the guy's whole reflection in the glass . . .

. . . you can SEE THE GUY. And his thumb . . .

He is my favorite guy. Here's to you, guy.

Provincetown is a special magical perfect place and I don't want to tell you about it because I don't want you to go there so we can have it all to ourselves but okay fine. Here are some phone photos. You're going to have to wait until next week for Mistah's refined camera ones . . .

The us . . .

. . . the lighting . . .

 . . . the ocean . . .

. . .  the Mistah . . .

. . . skipping rocks . . .

. . .  the everything.

Seriously. Never come here.