I’ve been messing about with some internet design programs lately, like Canva and Picmonkey, just to see what I can do with them. They’re both pretty good for basic photo editing and layouts, designed to make things easy on folks. My graphic designer background won’t quite allow me to use their prefab layouts and images BUT you can upload your…
Month: August 2014
Nine Years Later: August 29
As I fired up my laptop to write this, Tom Waits paid me a visit on my Pandora station and it was “Day After Tomorrow” which, even though it’s a song about a soldier at war, feels really poignant today. It is, again, August 29. A very, very complex day to walk around in. Today, I went…
Halfway to Mardi Gras
When I last left my fearless reader, I was suddenly approached with a Decision. To go to a parade, or to (gasp!) miss a parade? What a cliffhanger. J and I mulled it over for about 20 minutes (maybe half an hour) before making our final decision. We had already programmed ourselves into the mindset…
Memory Lane
It’s a hot, lazy, don’t-ever-leave-the-house sort of summer day down here, today. Tomorrow is supposed to be worse. I think the ubiquitous They even have a Heat Warning out for these Stifling Southern Climes. That being said, I’ve whiled away the afternoon today on my steamy porch, sipping pink wine, listening to Squirrel Nut Zippers (because…
The Fine China
My lips have not graced the smooth cool rim of an actual glass while drinking a beverage in a very long time. Since Mardi Gras, in fact. Well, save for the occasional cup of hot tea, or coffee, which is a fairly rare occurrence between late May and sometime in mid-October. See, not only was…
The Way Home, #2
My brain is totally full right now. Last Sunday morning I awoke and, sitting out on the porch listening to the birds do their morning things, two ideas for books came to me suddenly, in a massive spontaneous BAM of Muse visit and my brain has been totally full ever since. I’d been waiting for…
Poolside Pussyfootin’
My streetcar trundles down Carondelet and past Indulge Island Grill every morning on the way to work. Indulge had always looked fairly innocuous and not like very much at all – it mainly continued to catch my eye because of the pirate sign hanging over the door. I had no idea they had a courtyard…
Follow Your Crazy 