It all started when I found Pumpkin snoozing on the bed this afternoon with his nose burrowed between his two front paws as if counting out some subconscious game of hide and seek. Then it became a mini-project to showcase all our animals in their various states of repose: Pumpkin the power napper. Ready or …
Sunday again. Weigh-in day again. I had a goal to lose three pounds given that I gained one last week. Perhaps it didn’t help that Susan and I went to the Spanish Kitchen on La Cienega for dinner last night and I had not one, not two but three mojitos and for dinner their carne …
On the day after another successful yet not uneventful Midnight Ridazz (posted about here on the Bicycle Kitchen blog), it was all about hanging around the house and taking it easy, which meant kicking it in sun in a beachchair in the backyard with a Diet Dr. Pepper, my current book (Curse of the Narrows), …
In the midst of politely disagreeing with me and providing historical context as to why “The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim” is pretty cool in his book, my friend Timothy commented earlier that he and his family are about to batten down the hatches in New York for an impending blizzard. I had to look …
Fair warning: this is a scattershot post of little consequence, flitting between whatever topics are bouncing around my brain until I get bored and go to bed. • The Grammy Awards were on TV last night. I do not care for awards show, least of all the Grammies. I interact so little with whatever they’re …
So as explained in my earlier post today, after removing the big ass piece of metal from its landlocked position a few feet below the surface of the earth in the backyard, I threw in the towel because there didn’t seem much point in moving all the earth I’d removed. So the right rear corner …
I’m too lazy to find them and link to them so it will have to suffice that I’ve written past posts on my backyarcheological discoveries. Glass vessels mainly that intrigue me not simply for any historical significance they lend to the backyard, but because they’re there… and have been for years. Well, one of my …