The Bad-Isms

I don't usually write too many serious blog posts. Barring the fact that it reaches an audience that may not be in the mood for something grim and somber; I have a particular audience where I thrash things out to my heart's content (usually). Thankfully some of those people are close-by and I get to... Continue Reading →

The Saga Of A Little Boy

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was a bit scrawny when he was born but he put on weight and filled out and got himself some plump little cheeks, arms and legs and gurgled all day long. He was a happy little boy and made his parents very happy too! Except... Continue Reading →

It Matters. Period.

Long post alert. I am no "bleeding-hearts" liberal. Neither am I a "ranting" right-winger. I can like one and dislike the other and vice versa, based on situations. I am no die-hard. Because to do so would be to become absolutes and people are rarely just one thing. The one thing we can count on... Continue Reading →

Of Feet and Mangoes

My feet are dry and the heels are cracked but I can't figure out why. I badly want an hour long pedi but that's not gonna happen in the foreseeable future so... am blaming it on the heat and lockdown because it's du jour. Red was busy tapping away at his laptop and I told... Continue Reading →

Bright Spots Amidst The Gloom

I can't be a Gloomy Gus for too long. I either seek out stuff to read or watch that lifts my spirits to some extent if not fully. The lockdown has come at the time when the kids usually splash around in the pool, play out till they've got to be dragged home by their... Continue Reading →

The Ice Lolly Post

Many, many years ago two girls were running late for a class with a rather strict teacher. The saving grace was that this teacher was a very good one so her snark and barbs didn't always wound. But she valued punctuality and that's one thing college students are notorious good at being bad in.It was... Continue Reading →

The Realization Bloglet

Of all the stories floating around about Hitler's demise, am completely inclined to believe the one where he met his end in the bunker. That was a lockdown too and he was shut in for an unforeseeable period with a "loved one"...complete recipe for disaster!

The Nostalgic Post

I wrote about being nostalgic in this morning's post and this is the follow-on one. It doesn't take a Freud to know that ever since my movement have become restricted to all things essentials, I've been dreaming (day and night-kinds) about open roads, travelling...the whole shebang. We had to cancel our annual summer break road... Continue Reading →

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