back to basics

Thanks to my friend John Redundant who is currently in Mexico and
spotted this sign in a local bar. Let's hope he considered the first option.

a celebration, of sorts

This will be blog post number 3,000. It's hard to imagine. I write here everyday, as
my loyal and greatly appreciated readers know. I don't always want to, as you
can well imagine. But now, if I don't feed and care for Commano early in the
morning, she nags at me all day until I do. See, there are good habits too.

Sometimes this space is useful to me. Yesterday I couldn't find my Sour Cream
Waffle recipe and I researched it here only to find that I gave it to you twice.
Once in 2006, and again last year. And yes, they were delicious once again.

a win for Mr. Blanco

Last March I posted Richard Blanco's poem about the Gulf Motel, I'm sure I found
it in the New Yorker. Well, imagine my delight to learn that this 44 y o Cuban-
American (who lives in Maine) was selected yesterday to be the inaugural poet.
He is the first openly gay poet to achieve such an honor and I will be glued to
the TV on January 21st, a Monday, as history is made. One of the great benefits
of blogging is that it is a personal search engine and it is so easy to do a one or
two word search and find just what I'm looking for ~ the when, the where, the WTF?

A friend reminded me that yesterday in the blog I insinuated that I'm terminally
upbeat and positive. Sheeeeeeesh, that might be the case in the blog, but the truth
is that anyone with an IQ over 57 realizes that life can be somewhat difficult from
time-to-time (day-to-day, minute-to-minute). Just for the record, I do try to keep
commano kleenex®-free even though I'm sure you all want to hear me bitch
and moan with colorful expletives. Anyway, so much for today's  Department
of Corrections. Onward...

the printed page

front cover

back cover

innards

Every year I have this blog printed by SharedBook and every year it gets more
expensive, but it's worth it. 2012 has a few more cats than necessary, but I do
love remembering all that we saw, did and thought. There are 288 pages filled
with the everyday life of a San Francisco woman who is usually grateful for
all of her blessings. Usually, I'm only human, you know. I've logged 2,900
posts over the years, trying to write something everyday, and for that I'm
proud. Last night, as we were drifting off to sleep, Husbando said that he loves
reading the hard copy of the blog because the writer is always so upbeat and
positive. That meant a lot to me...

the printed page

Thanks to Mr. Z, I am having the second edition of this blog
printed at Kinko's. It will be a surprise for Husbando and a fine
record of the final 4 months of 2007 and all of 2008. And, alas,
to me, no writing is "real" until I hold it in my hand ~ that is
still so satisfying to me.

Speaking of the joy of the hard copy, what will we do if the SF
Chronicle goes under? It's not like it's a great newspaper, but
it is ours and The Examiner is a right wing rag that irritates
me whenever I read it.

But wait, today is Thursday and the bale of cotton will be
removed ~ oh happy day! I actually went grocery shopping
yesterday, how tedious is that?

belated celebration

No gifts, please ~ your comments are all I need. Commano is
3 years old this month, the actual May 11th date was the first
awkward post. No photos then and a lot of time spent on the
technological stuff, although looking back, I wrote in a more
uplifting manner; inspirational quotes and pretty poems to
keep us all in merry moods. That lasted about 3 weeks.

When did I decide to write everyday? Was that wise? No,
probably not. But now this damn thing is like another person,
following me around and asking to be fed everyday. I no
longer inspire and many days I just type after stealing a
photo from my iPhoto file or from the internet.

I like blogs that are more personal than mine, the nitty
gritty heart-wrenching Big Issues. But no, I write about
MY city, other cities, my friends and Husbando. Books and
movies and the big box ~ nothing exciting for sure. Of
course what all bloggers love are the comments, that
means people are reading this and that makes it all
worthwhile. Thanks, readers...