The Hellish Handbasket

Happy fall!? What was I thinking? More like happy winter here in the Rose City. We bypassed fall and went straight to misery. I am ramping u...

Howdy Blogbots. How's it going? I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. Oh, I have the usual challenges, like anyone in these strange tim...

Moving day came and went last Thursday, sandwiched between two days of heavy rain, and nobody died. In the morning, I spent two hours feveri...

After nine long days, the stinky brown haze is gone from Portland skies. Nine days of smoking twenty packs of cigarettes a day gives me rene...

Off and on over the past three months, people in other parts of the country have asked me if Portland is on fire. Each time, I scoff and say...

Oregon gave away free money earlier this month. I didn't find out I qualified for some until a couple days ago, long after the funds ran...

 I've come to believe that my purpose in life is transporting ants and spiders from one place to another. The ants prefer to travel by s...

 You ever have one of those days when it seems like nothing goes quite right, and then you suddenly realize you have your shirt on backwards...

It was one hundred degrees today and I feel like a new person. The ear hissing is still digging into my skull every twenty seconds but I don...

Howdy, blogbots. How are you holding up in this bizarre war of masked versus unmasked? Have you figured out which team you are on or what ex...

Near the end of most romantic comedies, a moment arrives that lets you know a change has occurred. The hero has been driving all night. The ...

Two weeks after spending an afternoon in the ER, the maternal parental unit came out of quarantine and joined her fellow inmates in the dini...

I'm sitting at the computer with a notebook balanced flat on my head to remind me to sit still. It's another ploy to defeat the vert...

On Wednesday morning the light inside my refrigerator burned out with a pop at 6:30 am when I opened the door. Not a good sign, I thought. I...

If you clicked on this link in the desperate hope of finding a solution to the ear crackling torture that is keeping you awake at night, you...

These days it seems as if the only words I find are platitudes: When it rains it pours. Well, it's either feast or famine. Well, you kno...