Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
The hike around Lake Poway is an easy three miles. People are fishing from the shore and boats, and after heavy rains there are even waterfalls! At some point you can branch off to do the eight mile round trip Mount Woodson hike to Potato Chip Rock and wait in line for pictures, or branch off…
Overseas screening is a good idea. I say that without irony. It’s the military’s way of making sure everyone has the care they need wherever the duty assignment is taking them and their family. So if a family is headed overseas or to a remote duty assignment, and one of the kids, say, has braces, this screening…
Exercising inside makes me want to give up and die. Add an instructor hollering and bouncing around and I will jump out the gym window. “I need someone yelling at me to get my butt in gear!” is 100% the opposite of how I feel about it. Here’s what I like: silence and being outside….
I am on the treadmill of bureaucratic paperwork. Every day it’s the same: make phone calls, get different answers, find out about new forms. Run downtown to three different offices to file paperwork and get things stamped and approved. People paperwork. Cat paperwork. Base housing paperwork. Moving paperwork. Tax paperwork. Mortgage paperwork. Paperwork to get…
Ruining a perfectly nice cup of tea is fast and easy! If pure unenjoyment is your goal, simply pour a mug of any old slop and hop onto facebook to read the hateful comments of former friends lobbing insults at each other over either the inauguration or the weekend’s marches. Despair over the lack of work out posts…
You would not believe how much it’s been raining. My awesome rain boots are in storage with our stuff in Norfolk, practically guaranteeing the end of SoCal’s five year drought. While we languish, waiting for health and sun, I am delighted to announce Isaac’s EFMP category got downgraded to the less restrictive Category 2! That…
I ripped tape off the box and sifted through browned envelopes postmarked from the 1930s through the early 1990s–submissions, rejection letters, paystubs collected across six decades of writing. And a yellowed newspaper. Pay dirt! Last week I called the library in Quincy, Illinois, and asked them to check the Quincy Herald-Whig newspaper archives for my grandmother’s byline. They couldn’t…
