Finite keyboard died

 Awwww crap the keyboard died. I did drop it just days before it gave up the ghost; maybe that was the reason it died ??? At any rate, I really didn’t use it very much. In fact, I would remove it while reading my Kindle. After only 5 months of use, I’d give this keyboard a pass. 

Sorry Finite, your product just didn’t hold up.

To Love’s End

Well, we made it to the weekend.

In my neck of the woods in Florida, the weather is still warm and humid but it is showing signs of Fall. I can see the change in the leaves and a few days have been cooler and drier.

Time for sitting on the back porch and sipping a little morning coffee. Later, I’ll trim some of the grass along the fence line. Have a great weekend everyone!

Some partial nudity is okay

A few years ago, a dear friend of mine had to change the cover of her book on Amazon due to a “slight” ( and I do mean a slight ) amount of an anal cleft. That being said, I was sent a list of ebooks on today and what did my little eye spy?

Let’s treat All authors equally.

Hurricane Michael

Gas stations and grocery stores are clogged with people. The business are ready, there are orange cones setup directing traffic. People seem to be getting ready.

stormy-lamp They have announced mandatory evacuations for some areas and my sister, who works for the health department, has been called up to help in a local shelter.

I suspect that we will lose power for a while so you may not hear from me for a couple of days. That being said, I may schedule a few posts for Thursday and Friday.

Hang on to your mardi gras beads y’all — this looks like a frog strangler.

A nice cup of tea

Yesterday was my birthday which means that I have received some unusual items. One of the most unusual items was some tea, not unusual in the normal sense I enjoy tea, however this tea is called Yaupon ( Ilex vomitoria ) or sometimes vomit tea. That being said, the latin name is misleading, you won’t vomit. I’ll let you know what I think after a few cups … until then enjoy this video on a proper cup of tea.


Mom made a cake. Yes, my 80-something-year-old ( I wont say exactly ) Mother baked me a Birthday cake. I suppose I should stop squawking about sharing my childhood Birthday cakes with my sibling — but where’s the fun in that? I’m 60, I should be allowed to squawk about whatever I want to squawk about.

Having said that, my nephews suggested putting candles on the cake and my dear sweet Mother said, “no, the cake is a little overcooked as it is”. Now wait a minute, was that a comment about my age?


Aside from a dear friend ( Sharon Day ) giving me Dale the Doll, I suppose the best gift was a t-shirt that read, “I wanted to go jogging but Proverbs 28:1.” Trust me, I laughed.

Willy cleaned up my old study. He helped by taking home a big box of electronics and games — ha ha. Oddly enough, he didn’t want any of my books.

I don’t know what life after 60 will bring, but it started with cake.

60 in 2 hours

In less than two hours I will be sixty. It’s a nice round number. If I can say anything positive about turning 60, it would be that I love that people my age are called sexagenarians. The word sounds a little dirty and I almost expect a rebuke for using it.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

As time rolls by, I am made more and more aware of Blake’s tiger. I usually shake him off after my second cup of coffee but in my quiet moments I am still aware that I am being stalked.

Happy Birthday to me … Happy Birthday to me …

Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for making it this far. I am also thankful for good friends and family, a soft cushion, a good book, and plenty of sweet tea.

… and bubble bath.

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