No, Mr. Pence don’t move the Israeli embassy and Trump gets in his 13th golf course visit since, well, you know the rest. But I’m still kicking back. A 420 character 9-liner inspired by our Fox Sparrow

I kick through the litter of news-ideas-actions

and send up a spray of calls-letters-cards-conversation,

imitating the Fox Sparrow out there under the loaded bird feeders

scratch-back-scratch-backing with his sturdy legs

in search of fallen seed;

better off than his Pleistocene ancestor

who did the same action in the La Brea Tar Pits.*

It’s tricky, this search for what will nourish and sustain us.

But still I kick.*


*She must have thought it safe to land and start her search for food. I hope it was a quick death. At least 11,000 years later she was honored by such as us discovering her fossilized bones.

**Recent kicks were aimed at: not repealing and replacing the Affordable Care Act and not messing with the EPA

No, Mr. Pence don’t move the Israeli embassy and Trump gets in his 13th golf course visit since, well, you know the rest. But I’m still kicking back. A 420 character 9-liner inspired by our Fox Sparrow

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE #weekendcoffeeshare

Hey, Let’s have a cuppa and Just, you know, make fun of stuff.

If we were having coffee, I’d spill the beans. I’d fess up to voraciously consuming this sitcom about four misanthropes and their zany views of everything and everyone, even themselves.


Recently I added Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee to my queue.


And then I noticed WordPress posts beginning with the line “If we were having coffee….”

It seems that bloggers publish posts about what they’d say to their readers if they were sitting down together over a cup of coffee. *Waves* to this buoying bunch, happy to meet y’all.

Mostly I live in Connecticut but am mad for the eternal sunshine of Florida. Aside from spending hours with books, I get a kick out of insane yoga poses, any film with Al Pacino in it, world travel, making things grow, 85% organic dark chocolate, and a succulent Barolo.  I don’t like pepperoni, loud noises, and grey skies.

I know every word to Desperado (no shame) and have a Netflix subscription, which is pretty much the best thing ever.

Currently I’m listening to this and this, and reading this.

And I’m itching to hit the road.

Last weekend I got a wicked bite from an insect/spider(?). I moved off the pavement to avoid a truck and stepped into a mulchy-scrub area. I felt an excruciating ‘sting’ – curses! –  swatted the nasty nuisance away and kept going. But whatever took that chunk out of me set off a walloping allergic reaction.

Rash, itch, pain,ugh. Blotches and welts and red marks spread over both arms and legs. So I got a shot.

And a prednisone pack and topical cream from my dermatologist, a one pound jar?!?! that looks like it’s enough for a water buffalo. I hope to see the back end of this mishap sooner than later. It’s ugly, unpleasant, and annoying. There won’t be any five-milers for a while but I find that driving to breakfast/lunch/dinner soothes the cranky self.

So I’ve had lots of couch time to focus on the dull and necessary dross of life.

During my little crisis (ahem), I put my long ( aka big girl) pants on, checked emails, and listened to stultifying politicians and wall streeters.  The To-Do List? Done.  Another coffee? Why not. I have a latte on my mind.

Oh, and there was plenty of time for binge-watching. Seinfeld is my now-and-forever-feel-good show but I stumbled onto the Aussie series Offspring.

It’s the story of the impossible loves of a 30-something obstetrician, Nina Proudman, and her messy family. It’s warm and comforting and complicated. Can you tell I’m hooked?


The dermatologist is calm.  She says let’s watch and wait. Until Monday.

I’m doing my best not to be a difficult patient.


Thanks for stopping by for a cuppa.

Wanna espresso yourself? Tag your post #weekendcoffeeshare.  And take life one cup at time.

Toni 3/26/17


Michelle W. says this week is all about color. Specifically green, like my harvest of joy.

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But green isn’t just a color anymore.


Published over forty years ago, The Greening of America received a cosmically massive reception.

The New Yorker ran an excerpt in their September issue and it got more letters than any other article. Ever. The book was No.1 on bestsellers lists and sold skadoodles of copies, knocking reality for a loop. Leagues of media types discussed, praised, and criticized it.


Have you read The Greening of America?  Confucianist wisdom, it is not.  Charles Reich says his book is very straightforward about what’s the matter with us. He says we’re using up material resources at an unacceptable rate. And so, he advocates a less materialistic way of life.

Authority, schedules, time, accepted customs, are all forms which must be questioned. Accepted patterns of thought must be broken; what is considered ‘rational thought’ must be opposed by ‘nonrational thought’—drug-thought, mysticism, impulses.

The questions he poses ~ What’s happening to the individual in America? Is the individual going the way of the environment, being destroyed? ~ struck a chord with readers. The interesting angle?  Reich was no overgrown hippie, but a former Supreme Court clerk, a forty-two-year-old Ivy League professor, a seemingly serious person.

Annie Leibovitz photo of Charles Reich with Jerry Garcia of The Grateful Dead and Jann Wenner, 1971

Reich was a fan of the hippies and radical students on campus, the dropouts and rock ‘n’ rollers.  He felt they were pointing the way, not only with a refusal to join the power structure, but with their flower power, patchouli, and love beads.

Bell bottoms have to be worn to be understood. They express the body, as jeans do, but they say much more. They give the ankles a special freedom as if to invite dancing right on the street. . . . A touch football game, if the players are wearing bell bottoms, is like a folk dance or a ballet. . . . The new clothes demonstrate a significant new relationship between man and technology.

Webster’s New World College Dictionary defines greening as “becoming more mature and less naive, esp. in one’s understanding of social and political forces.”  (Entry note: Word origin of ‘greening’
after The Greening of America (1970), book by C. Reich.)

Might Reich’s countercultural (some might say flaky) concepts, like listening to the Grateful Dead and using marijuana, fix what’s the matter with us?

“Green” was a broader term to Reich than it is to us today. It was not just about environmentalism, but the whole package ~ feminism, gay rights, racial equality, military conflict, rampant consumerism, corporate power ~ issues that are still front-page.

It’s not likely that our society will undergo a total about-face of cultural and political institutions.  But we can look at the clouds from both sides, can’t we?


 Toni 3/23/17