If I can, I play it at least an hour every day.
My second favorite is Mexican Train Dominos, which we play while visiting my brother and his family, sitting on the patio, sipping wine and noshing on chips. We’ve been doing it for about twenty years now.
Author: Jinx
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Foods I would “like to make?” Kind of like the goddess Demeter makes grains?
If this means dishes I like to prepare using foods I do not specifically conjure into being with my own divine hands, I make a good red beans and rice with beans, bacon, onions, tabasco, white vinegar, etc. And roast chicken on vegetables, using potatoes, lemons, carrots, celery, and poultry which I did not personally make but did purchase at the market. -
I love both, and we had both when I was growing up. As an adult I’ve always owned cats, but that’s because I’ve always lived in rented apartments, which are less likely to have a fenced yard.
Love cats. Love dogs. I like most fauna, including snakes and rodents, though I draw the line at them sneaking into my home without my permission. Then it’s up to the cat.
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…if I’m deep into writing a story, either literally typing or just thinking hard about it. Suddenly I’ll glance out the window over my desk and notice the sun is setting behind the bridge. Or, in the shower, I’ll wonder if I’d lathered and rinsed and repeated or just lathered and rinsed. Or I’ll look around and realize I am halfway up Russian Hill on Polk instead of halfway down Russian Hill on Hyde and apparently “missed” my favorite walk along the shoreline.
Been doing that since I was a kid. It drove my teachers crazy.
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than feigned ignorance.
If there were a Hell, I think its most terrible circle would be for those educated, intelligent people who, when it’s convenient for them, carefully unfocus their eyes and deny that bigotry, dishonesty, and brutality is bigotry, dishonesty, and brutality.“This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.” — Charles Dickens
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Forgetfulness
Nature
Ignorance
Malice
Greed
Flow
Fear
Death
Denial
Time
Forgetfulness…
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…of being in my sixties, but that would be a lie. As early as my teens, I noticed that “adventure” frequently involved things that happened in films, plays, operas, daytime soaps, novels, movies-of-the-week, etc. Those included actors either written out in the third scene or hired to lie limply in the background smeared with fake blood, scenes set in hospitals or police stations, fired guns, scary music, weeping parents/lovers/spouses/siblings/children, falling masonry, fires, jail cells, cold-turkey withdrawal, car chases, etc.
It further did not escape my notice that it was always my “adventurous” classmates, the ones who, at fifteen, were convinced they were savvy and worldly-wise because they knew where to buy a dime-bag, who ended up pregnant/expelled/incarcerated, etc.
So, while I have not spent my life sitting in a back room knitting, when invited on an “adventure” I always have questions about security. If not satisifed by the answer, my response is a polite “no.” My past “advantures” include surviving two killer hurricanes, a dangerous car crash, a pandemic, and a major earthquake. Adventure knows where to find me if it wants me.
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On Friday, not much got done at work. Everyone’s mind was on the Christmas party that night at the San Francisco Golf Club, which is back of beyond somewhere past the Stonestown Galleria. I had no idea how Michael and I were going to get there until Woody, an agent who lives nearby on Pleasant, said he’d give us a ride.
The comroom felt oddly slow and airless, though Kay provided one diversion by having a phone conversation, obviously with Lou. “Oh damn!” he exclaimed. “That’s just too bad! Oh well, you know, it would be better if she didn’t go.” He hung up the phone. After a moment, he sighed heavily.
I finally obliged him by asking, “What’s the matter?”
“Both our dates cancelled out on us!” he said, and then went on to explain, his face doleful, how his date had studying to do that night. (On Friday. Right.) He provided no explanation for Lou’s date not coming through.
I pretended to believe him and looked forward to seeing Kay and Lou finally coming out of the closet as a couple at the Christmas party. -
We have a new part-time employee. Marcella seems apt and enthusiastic. Since she’s only part-time, she may not burn out as quickly.
Charlie was away, so the day was long, quiet, and dull. I typed in Richard Curtis’ and Dan Chow’s columns (Dan had dropped his off at the party last night.)One of the fringe benefits of working at Locus is the gossip. Perhaps for Marcella’s benefit, Faren and Shelly repeated Charlie’s story about Jerry Pournelle hitting Norman Spinrad with a chair at a Nebula party. According to Charlie, the intended target of the chair was a radio Pournelle wanted to turn off. Spinrad, who wanted it on, got in the way, was clipped by the chair, and pushed Pournelle, who banged his head. Some claimed a knife was pulled. Charlie got to feel Pournelle’s head, look at the knife, and examine the cut on Spinrad’s arm before getting the Hell out of there.
One of those diamond-cut-diamond anecdotes about machismo that always leave me with mised feelings.
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Young women imagine
if they keep certainty
From their voices,
You will listen.
Even “The sun rises in the east,”
or
“Antarctica is cold”
Must end on a slight, singing rise,
So it sounds like a question
Or a plea.
We old women know
It doesn’t matter.
We school out that song,
Don’t give a damn
If you call us shrews
Or Karens,
Or b*tches,
Those names
For women
who are sure
Instead of demure.
Pam Troy 