Washoe Valley Fog

A foggy morning in the mountains near my home. Who says the desert is boring?

(photo by Harry Thomas)

Your home on Central Park West

Sometimes I wouldn't mind living in Central Park.

(photo by Harry Thomas)

Miniaturize!

I have finally broken down and gotten a cell phone. I know, join the 21st century. But I have been avoiding it for the very reason I make fun of people who yak and drive at the same time. I don't want to be one of them. So I got a tiny, itsy-bitsy Audiovox that fits in my palm.

This has inspired me to go smaller on many other things. Purse, lunch bag, wallet, etc. I have always had an affinity towards small things: small homes, compact cars, walkable cities, small towns, little people. Maybe it's because I'm a fairly big, tall person. I feel the need to curl up and go fetal. I wish I was cute enough to be tucked into a pocket.

The next step is to make myself a little smaller. Too bad it's the holidays.

Land of the corporation, home of the scared

There is a deep black hole in the pit of my stomach. I really don't know how half of our great country can be so ignorant. George Dubya has run this country on money and fear and the rednecks and moral majority have fallen for it.

In some ways I hope that he screws up so bad, that an impeachment will be in order...but with a Republican congress and house...that will never happen. We will be subject to whatever wims this half-wit Texan has in his tiny brain and we will end up broke and broken.

My husband and I were talking with a German judge last year in Hamburg. He said that the view of the U.S. by the rest of Europe has completely flopped. He said that the U.S. used to be the heroes of the world. Always willing to help out. Now under the Bush regime, we've become the bullies. No one wants that.

I'm getting ready to move to Canada