Quodlibet

I’m 75, and getting creaky. My knees and shoulders are, as my mother would say of anything on its way out, “Going Home!” So I’m clearing up ...

 There is nothing special about housework, essential as it is. It's a hot day. and the kitchen door is wide open. The afternoon sun is s...

What I was doing in the USA: Thinking.  There are days when the world feels like it’s spinning faster than my thoughts can catch it. Quantum...

I'm attempting to write this blog with an electronic pen - a cheap knockoff from China. Its a bit hit and miss, but is on the whole, cop...

    I wonder how my mother felt back in the summer of 1945? She’s 18 years old, and war is already raging on the Continenet due to the meglo...