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Barbara – my brain coach – has been encouraging me to shoot more just for shits-n-gigglesand brought up the current orchid show at The Missouri Botanical Gardens… I figured it’d be something to invite Chad along to since he’s bozo for plants and any excuse to eat at the Persian joint down in that neck of the woods is a good thing.

The show was contained in a large sky-lit, heavily climate controlled room attached to the Missouri Botanical Garden’s main entry… Along the winding path through the exhibit you’re confronted with all types of orchids (some of which I’ve never seen before) along with these strange Myan-themed decorations.

I mean – to the defense of the gardens… They put on the show every year and I reckon they feel the need to “dress” up the show with extra stuff to keep interest up for people to return every year….

… that or there’re hiding a meth-adicted window dresser from the department store era in the basement and let them out once a year to blow off steam.

So anyway – you’ve got this room full of pretty flowers populated by these moss-covered mannequins in various poses… yeah – kinda creepy…. and kinda hot if you transpose my hirsute fetish in a Swamp-Thing kinda way.

and yea – when I downloaded my pics – I had more pics of moss-covered limbs than orchids.

I’m not a flower freak anyway… What’s important is I got out and played some.

Thanks coach.


What should have been a great weekend turned into a 48 hour struggle to stay connected….

Kevin has dubbed these my “darkasodes” and I think they tend to creep up on me as my birthday approaches.

I find myself wanting to knock teeth down the throat of every dismissive idiot who tisk-tisks and suggests that this is as easy to shake as taking off a sweater.

I get so tired of this directionless tenacity.

I’m so tired of chicken.


Summer’s arrived with all the grace and subtlety of a rugby playing lesbian.

Been making daily trips into the soup though to pick up some neighborhood pics for work… not “assignment work” – more like “just go out and snag some pics that will give folks the feel of the neighborhood.”

That’s cool.. I can do that… Although I don’t know if it’s meds or middle-age that has turned me into a SELF-SOAKING-SWEAT-MACHINE.

I need to start bring a spare change of clothes with me to chicken.

coffee – now with enzieâ„¢

I’m having the hardest time journaling lately…. I don’t know if it’s: because I’m trying to get a lot done domestically this summer… (?)… Work is claiming all the “good” grey matter… (?)… A side effect of ADD meds…. (?) Or maybe it’s just seasonal “communicatively flat syndrome.”


The sun still rises and sets – and Elise still comes over on Fridays. Last one she threw us a curve ball when she showed up all dolled up… Not over the top dolled up… but definitely more formal than our usual “aww who cares we’re all family, just come on over braless and sans-make-up in your comfiest jammy pants” mode.

The plot? enzie was in town for a friend’s performance right down the street at Webster University and wanted to hook up for coffee.

We met her and her two friends at a fussy little desert jointed called Cyrano’s.

We chatted with her male travel companion about his bio-diesel ranch back in Wisconsin and how to convert our Jetta to a greasel.

I noticed we kept apologizing for our age. Guess that, (conversationally), comes naturally when you’re sitting huddled around cappuccinos with folks who were born around the time you were learning how to drive.

*pause for dramatic effect*

They were lovely company with Mz Enzie’s relaxing charm being the warmest thing beside my beverage…

It was also nice to get within one degree of our future poolboy and pedicurist Jeff Lan… ( quirkypandacub).

He’s such a little chicken.