Monthly Archives: January 2011

Date:            January 11, 2011 Memo to:    Head of Whitworth College .                   Central America Study and Service Program .               … Continue reading →

I missed Mass this morning.  Bad girl.  Bad. I was up till after 6 this morning (Sunday).  Don’t ask me why, or I’ll have to explain about my skill with the Phillips screwdriver and the application of rollers to the … Continue reading →

Today I remembered one more New Year’s resolution I meant to make.  Do you think it will count if I missed the first week?  Well, delinquent or not, here it is: I am resolved to win the lottery this year. … Continue reading →

When I checked the email this morning, Linda Lewis had sent two little gems related to yesterday’s blob on “Sunday Drive”, and I think you may enjoy them.  (If you’re not old enough, go to your room.) Actually, the “Sunday … Continue reading →

A dilapidated and very ancient Essex car pulled into the local gas station. “Could you let me have half a gallon of gas?” asked my father. “Why don’t you fill her up, now that you’re here?” said the attendant. ”Well,” … Continue reading →

Ya, shure, Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood is where the Scandinavians hang out. My Norwegian cousins Gunnar and Gladys Langaker (Longfield) lived there and so did my Irish-Bohemian father and Norwegian mother during the 1960s before they retired to Arizona. If you … Continue reading →

Every now and then, work seems to interfere with blobbing.  Like tonight. Have to finish a video edit by morning.   No time to write but at least you’ll get a rest from reading! Instead, in case you’ve never seen … Continue reading →

Somewhere in my past life I may have met someone like our friend Linda Lewis but I don’t think so.  I’m pretty sure she’s one-of-a-kind. Linda just started subscribing and participating in this blob three weeks ago.  You may have … Continue reading →

This morning, Father Tim Sauer at St. Bridget’s started his homily about “Signs” with a joke.  Here it is retold, slightly modified, by my avatar, Chloe. Truthfully, I don’t think that police officer should have been urging my sister Joan … Continue reading →

One of the forms of child abuse I fervently practiced for a few years was conducting video interviews with the small urchins in the family. Sitting still for a video interview was tolerated only through the use of bribes and … Continue reading →