Wednesday, May 28, 2008


Parents have a lot to worry about these days. I worry about my kids crossing the road safely, the possibility of bullies, strangers, broken limbs, not eating enough, eating too much, etc. etc. Okay, maybe I worry too much. However, last week I was confronted with a new worry, a worry that had never occurred to me even in my darkest nightmares.


We live in a large city, full of cars and trucks, and factories and buildings. One doesn't expect feral beasts to be a common concern.

The weird part is (if you don't already think herds of wild boar are weird), is that they're actually quite dangerous. Not that I'm saying they are violent, attack boar, but that if startled, and with young, they can gore you. There are several cases of boar injury in the city each year.

So, with our family lessons on how to cross the road, wear a bicycle helmet and don't talk to strangers, I now offer some sage advice on how not to be gored by a roving herd of wild pigs!

And I'm going to have to rethink my capacity for worry.

I couldn't make this stuff up, LA Times

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Do I need some kind of intervention?

Ooops! I apologize. It appears my draft posted. It was a WIP and will reappear another day.

Sunday, May 4, 2008


Well, it is been a week full of laundry. The discovery of lice last Friday, followed by a week of vomiting as a virus went from son-to-son, has meant endless loads.

Not much writing, but a fair amount of contemplation. It's time for something good to happen. Hard to keep plugging along without a little glimmer of hope.

However, the long nights and bleach fumes brought forth a new spark. Not sure if I can pull it off, but I'm up for the attempt. To change music to words. Hmmmmm. Now a plot.

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