It’s not like we’re trying to hide anything at Bubbles in the Think Tank. That’s the last thing we’re trying to do.  But somehow sometimes it still seems like our little secret. People don’t know.  They don’t understand.  Until they do.… Read more ›

I really love packing.  It almost always means great things. I’ve gotten really good at it.  Whether it’s just one night or for a week, I probably always pack too much, but I’d hate to be unprepared for whatever my… Read more ›

My mother once remarked to the January Fairy of her ability to go sleeveless in any weather. At the time, I didn’t have that ability.  But as I have become “a woman of a certain age,” it has become much… Read more ›

I don’t remember the last time that morning didn’t show up too soon. And that’s not necessarily like me.  Morning is great.  Awake but still sleepy.  Aware but still dreamy.  And, if things are as I want, the perfect chance… Read more ›

It’s true that I get a little confused sometimes. I keep going around in circles with no idea how to get myself back in line. But then we get together and everything levels out and the silliness flows. Then I… Read more ›