searching for happiness…

“If you observe a really happy man you will find him building a boat, writing a symphony, educating his son, growing double dahlias in his garden. ┬áHe will not be searching for happiness as if it were a collar button that has rolled under the radiator”.


W. Beran Wolfe



I've recently become aware that green seems to have edged out red as my favorite color.

I'm cross legged on my bed with my lap desk, a cup of tea in a dark red tea cup and saucer, and a little pink brocade case that I found in my mother's purse after she died.  I'm keeping my colored pens in it.

I miss her today…..

When I let my guard down grief wants to take hold.  Like opening the only drawer in the kitchen I haven't emptied when I needed a bulb for my plaid kitchen lamp and I know she has some there.

The grief wants to take hold.  But I don't let it.  Not yet.  I'm not sure I can deal with it.

I want to hold the book I journal in, open it, write in it, in color, but sometimes the words won't come. 

So I look for something to prompt me.

Sometimes it works.

She learned romance……..

“She had been forced into prudence in her youth.
She learned romance as she grew older——
the natural sequence of an unnatural beginning”.

Jane Austen

She loved

Inscription on a bench in the Myakka River State Park:





Old Lady Adventures

I'm not this damn old on the inside...

biking america

which is 4,229 miles, should anyone ask


Every Ballpark, Every Day.

Musings & Meaning

in the Midnight Hour

A Baseball Road Trip

Thirty Major League Baseball Stadiums. Sixty Stadium Dogs. One Season.