I started to write today’s Daily Prompt, but it was the third time around for “create an eighth deadly sin.” I began writing, but lost interest after a paragraph. If it was boring me, it would have put you into a coma.


I was going to write a brand new post. I had a terrific idea when I went to bed last night, but I had entirely forgotten it by the time I woke up today.  Gone. All I remember is that there was something I wish I could remember.


I’m listening to a science fiction novel that’s been very highly praised by many reviewers. It’s duller than dirt. Worse, I’m not sure what it’s about. I can’t discern a plot or a character. No motivation, no action. Dull conversations about nothing in particular, but taking place in a spaceship. I hate it.

This is notable largely for being sompletely unprocessed. There didn't seem to be anything I could do to improve on it.

This photograph is notable for being unprocessed. There seemed nothing I could do that would improve it.

What’s happened to science fiction? What’s happened to literature? What’s with these murky books that meander, without any apparent plot, through time, space, and dimensions? Where are authors with stories to tell? With interesting and memorable characters? Have I outlived the literature I love?

I was going to go take pictures, but I can’t think of anything to shoot that I haven’t shot a dozen times before. It’s probably the mid-winter blahs, El Niño edition. It’s warm. No snow except for little piles of brown, melting stuff from the tiny storm last week.

Testing the "Old Westerns" Topaz filter.

Testing the “Old Westerns” Topaz filter.

It looks like winter despite the springlike temperatures. The sky is pale grayish blue, the sun a cold, diffused light which highlights the drab landscape.

I remind myself it’s not snowing. Which is reason enough for gratitude, even celebration. I’m think I’m going through Arizona withdrawal.


It’s Saturday. There’s nothing on my calendar until next Wednesday … and that’s just taking Bonnie for grooming.

I was gonna do something. But I didn’t.


I participate in WordPress' Weekly Photo Challenge 2016

I participate in WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge 2016

Flowers and a sunset over the Phoenix mountains. Vibrant colors while we dream of spring.


New England has thus far been spared the heaviest of the snow, the worst of the blizzards. It could change, of course. February has not yet begun and that is typically our heaviest snow month. Still, it’s nice to still have safe sidewalks and no icicles dangling from the roof. It’s not just the lack of snow … it’s the unusually warm temperatures.

fuchsia macro june 2015


The downside? The world is rather gray and drab. A world awaiting new seasons … or … the rest of winter.



What one thing are you really glad you did yesterday?

Finally got my appointment for the CAT scan and blood work so I can have my cancer check up. And live in terror until I get the all clear. Or not.

My Tattoo phoenix

My mother stopped having checkups after a while. She couldn’t stand watching the doctor’s eyes, wondering if he was hiding the truth.

Cancer can always show up somewhere else, somewhere new. It can be a variation on the cancer you had, or an entirely new cancer … like the one that killed your brother. Or your aunt. At least this year it isn’t on my birthday (like last year).


When people ask “How are you?” the best I can say is “To the best of my knowledge, fine.” Come to think of it, that’s all anyone can say.

Are you generally focused on today or tomorrow?

Today with a dollop of tomorrow. I am the keeper of the schedule, the payer of the bills. I’m the fixer. The planner. The agent.

Mayan calendar

Somewhere in the back of my mind is always a worry, a niggling (or not so niggling) fear that I’ve forgotten something important. These days, I’m usually right.

Would you want to have as a guardian angel/mentor? What would they tell you right now?

How about a wife? I need someone just like me to take care of me. I would tell me to relax, it’s all being taken care of.

Would you rather live in a cave house or a dome house made of glass?

Neither, sorry. I don’t want glass house or a cave house or one of those weird underground almost-a-hobbit-burrow houses.

One more payment, honey, and it all ours!

One more payment, honey, and it all ours!

I want a nice, clean ranch with no stairs. Good light. A new heating and cooling plant. An easy-care garden — and a gardener.

Last, but not least, excellent and very fast WiFi.