there is an neglected and unloved little '90/'91 red SAAB 900 three door languishing in a parking spot down the road, i pass it everyday. i'm lonesome for my little car sometimes, she was so perty and, well…you know. when it's right, it's right. of course, mine didn't run for the last two months i…

we are a million miles from the land of Beer, Badgers, Cheese and Plaid Flannel, living in the land of sunshine, on the sea, arms length from dozens of beautiful beaches full of beautiful people wearing high fashion gear of every description…. and why is it that the only place we can find decent looking…

small joys….the large extra-grumpy lady behind the counter at the Tabac knew my brand today, and held them out on the counter the minute i entered, with a knowing smirk that turned into….a smile!! at Da Cito, our usual family Saturday night dinner out spot, Monsieur recognized us, knew my regular order and took extra…

with all the macho inspecting, grunting and discussion about the various parts, equipment and technical attributes of sailboats going on this week, it occurs to me that it isn't such a mystery afterall… a sailboat, no matter how lavish, is basically a bathtub with some poles, rope and bedsheets attached. and you are suppossed to…

more work on La Tishie Mae today, Mom and Prisca masking out the waterline, mom's 'arrow' detail in the works, port side, note fancy-shmancy new winches soon to be attached.

my brother Thomas blogged about his car protocol this week, and i thought, though it has been awhile since i've been a regular driver, i would add my two cents worth to the discussion: >mom absolutely gets first dibs on shotgun (as do grandmothers and the occassional boss) >when giving rides home at the end…

rather than handle a paintbrush in the studio, today i worked on La Tishie Mae instead….touching up the non-slip paint "topside" ("foredeck" to "midships")…mom hated the color (i think because she was not in on the choosing) but i like it and it seems to have grown on her as well. its kinda powder-blue meets…

car-less, unemployed (and unemploy-able), single, having to say, "no mom, i don't know when i'll be home", having but two cents to rub together, sleeping in a twin bed (lumpy), wondering what on earth i am doing with myself….not exactly a crisis mind you, but i feel so….19. again. friends say they don't want to…

my sister Margaret's husband, Ryan, just got a job in London! so, as soon as June, nearly all of us will be on this side of the Atlantic. unless a hot Swedish chick is involved, i doubt that my brother Thomas would ever join us, but you never know. plans for a visit to London…

i've missed two days of 'class' at the "Academy" with this nasty cold/flu and i'm nervous about going back tomorrow…i'm sure Jurgen is disappointed that i haven't made enough progress on my two paintings…though there is the language barrier, its not hard to see annoyance on his already stern face….he frightens me sometimes. and that…