This is a DELICIOUS day.  Saturday.  From my vantage point, I can look out onto our small inset patio.  It’s along the narrow side of our back yard and is ringed with Queen Palms, an Ocotillo with its little ovate … Continue reading →

The thing no one tells you about being on the injured list is that the television remote is REALLY not your friend.  Especially if you’re a news junkie like me and the news these days causes the “F” word to … Continue reading →

We’ve all settled down here in our humble Bloggybirdery after yesterday’s big excitement.  This little writer can only tap out a one-legged Happy Dance for so long.  So it’s now back to my spot on the couch, screaming at today’s … Continue reading →

I’ve learned that one can actually be flat down on a couch, one leg stuck in the air … and still perform The Happy Dance! Long before becoming your humble bloggy bird here at DancingBirds.com, I spent over ten years … Continue reading →

After laying low the past couple of days, I’m back this morning balancing a laptop on my chest while keeping my left leg in the air and my heart in my throat.  Literal and financial hurricanes are kind of making … Continue reading →

Dan brought home flowers for me yesterday.  “Look what I found in the street,” he said all winking and smiling and waving them like a blessing over me as I struggled to sit up from my couch-o-torture.  I LOVE flowers!  … Continue reading →

Yesterday I got a lovely get well card from my big sister.  She’s the one who claimed me as her very own baby doll, taking me from our mother’s arms and had to be bribed with candy before she’d give … Continue reading →

One of my favorite paintings is Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night.  His magnum opus, this brilliant painting depicts the view outside his sanitarium room window at night.  Oddly, a woman stuck on her living room couch with her leg stuck … Continue reading →

Eight months ago Dan and I were dogless.  Catless.  No fish, guinea pigs, worm farms, turtles, monkeys, chickens, or llamas.  We were empty nesters of the highest order.  Then we found Wilson at Chatsworth Labradoodles — an irresistible ball of … Continue reading →

When I was young and my kids were young and I had two good legs and one great heart, I used to make things.  Much to the horror of my children, I sewed all their clothes.  Then I made them … Continue reading →