A Journal

“A Journal. – a book that shall contain a record of all your joy – your extacy”.

H.D.Thoreau 13 Jul 1852 in his journal.



Am I too literal? Because I want to know if the glitter is edible.

And if it is, yum, cake.

I got two Happy Birthday’s today.  Blaise asked me why and I had to remind him that he excused Facebook a few days ago as being self aware.

In any case, birthday cake means celebrating someone, someone’s life, someone’s existence.

As a kid, we always had cake.  Homemade cake, with candles and everyone sang.


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.