Saturday, August 15, 2026
MAMMOTH LAKES
Wednesday, June 3, 2026
WEDNESDAY HODGEPODGE #656
3. Pickles. Love 'em or no thank you? What's your favorite type of pickle? What's something you eat that definitely needs a pickle added?
I like pickles. I don't eat them very often but we always have Petite Kosher Dills in the house. I think they go well with a sandwich.
4. Tis the season...do you know any June brides? Are there any weddings on your summer calendar? What's your favorite movie wedding?
I'm a June bride. We were married June 24th of 1972. No weddings on the calendar this year.
Mark and Debby
5. June 1st is/was National Say Something Nice Day...say something nice here.
I love you guys! It has been so wonderful meeting all of you.
6. Insert your own random thought here.
James got the SMART Dolphin award on his last day of school for this year.
Mark arrived home on Monday. He had a nice fishing trip. I'm happy that he is home.
I didn't see Adam, Gabby or James while Mark was gone. Turns out Gabby had strep throat and they didn't want me to get it.
I was able to go and see James on Monday evening. That's when Mark was arriving at the airport not too far from their house. I went to their house and then Adam went to get Mark at the airport. Not one of my favorite things to do.
Then Mark drove my car home since I'm not a fan of driving at night.
Friday, April 25, 2025
JUST LETTING YOU KNOW
Wednesday, October 2, 2024
WEDNESDAY HODGEPODGE #571
3. Tell us about something you've seen recently that could be described as 'poetry in motion'.
I'm really not sure how to answer this one.
4. What's one song on your autumn playlist? Do you have an autumn playlist? If not, pretend you do. If yes, then feel free to share more than one.
I don't have an autumn playlist. I will just go with Harvest Moon by Neil Young.
5. Share a quote that inspires you this time of year especially.
Again, I don't have anything.
6. Insert your own random thought here.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message ‘He is Dead’.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.























