Wandering In Forbidden Gardens

A misguided woman walked into the men’s changing room at the YMCA yesterday. There were no screams. She walked out with no fanfare. It would have been far different, had the tables been turned.

A lot has been said recently about the internet being a giant echo chamber.  Following one’s passions, without regard to opposing views, is not only possible, but also the norm.

Trips to the DMV were always interesting–if one could get past the frustrations of waiting, confusing signage, and rude employees.

Where else were there such cross-sections of humanity in one place waiting for the same things?  Was rudeness a qualification for employment there?

A sign with large block letters above the door to the visual examination and picture-taking room had braille lettering below.  The sign readable to the sighted–only readable to the visually impaired from a step-ladder.

Equal opportunities for all capabilities?  Nobody could reach the sign to read the braille lettering.  It certainly raised questions in my mind.  I suspected it had something to do with the facilities’ compliance with ADA laws.  All signage had to have both types of lettering.   Compliance with little common sense–if you asked me.



Answers For Which There Are No Questions

That’s so not you.  “Not You (s)” popular phrase used in successful realtor. com commercial.  “Not You (s)” interchangeable with “loser (s).”

Right turns from the left hand lanes and vice versa.

Retirement doesn’t mean nothing to do.

All things in moderation, doesn’t mean, no fun.

Don’t have a target on my back for survey takers, pollsters, telemarketers.

Blog posts begin with first key strokes, then first words.

Correspondence from retirement accounts, health care providers, government documents required law degrees to decipher.

Robo-calls from HMO’s assumed the worst about client’s health needs. Fortunately, I am still able to feed and dress myself–knock wood.

Being awakened by my dog every two hours last night for no apparent reason.

Resolution Revolution

A brand new year
Endless 2017 reviews
Are relegated to
Dusty files of history
Normal people
According to the media
Were supposed to make
New Years resolutions
Lose weight the sure-fire way
Can’t-fail investments
Better health care insurance
Health club memberships
Good ideas–usually forgotten by March


Local Customs

People on winding roads

with names nobody knew

didn’t want to be found

Their thoughts passed by

like gaudy billboards

so unlike, wonders

of the natural world

Noises–pyrotechnics or nature?

Big-city cynicism wasted

Fell curbside with other detritus

Never cared to get too close

Lived lives of their own choosing

Feared for the sanctity

of precious oceans and forests

Adapted when necessary

Then forgot everything

“Was there–anything to declare?”

Nothing–other than what they were

Better Things To Talk About?

A miscue, gaffe



From highest potentate

To lowest Joe Schmoe

Till everyone’s

Cup runneth over

With latest hackneyed

Cliche word of the day

What it meant?

What was implied?

Was it foreign?

Secret code?

Something? Nothing?

Amusing?  Serious?

More questions than

An average two-year old

Could ask in a day

I’m not inclined

To join in the fray

A word that you’ll

Not, hear here