For over 30 years, I developed training courses for various companies in Silicon Valley.  Put simply, I wrote for a living.  My work had been my creative outlet as well as my income.  After leaving that world to retire and the giddiness of free time eventually waned, I started going a little loopy.  My creative side sat in a corner of my brain like a wallflower waiting for an invitation to dance.  I might be working in the yard and find myself standing there, a wad of weeds in my hand, thinking about something entertaining I’d seen or experienced while walking the dogs that morning.  I was not just remembering; I was composing the story in my head in case the opportunity arose to share it later.  But more often, the story would be jammed into the attic in my head.  Logical thought vied for space, which led to things like putting a bowl of mashed potatoes in the cupboard and feeding my dogs twice.  Both true. 

And thus, my blog was born; to channel my creativity and share whatever funny, poignant, or ridiculous account strikes me as worthy enough to write about.   My plan is to blog once a week.  The subject matter is random and not of any particular importance.  It is a look inside the attic in my head; dust and all. 

So that you have an idea of how this will go, I’ll kick off with something that happened very recently.

So, there I am at Panda Express in a sun dress.  As I went to leave, I slid across the seat and my bare legs, which had adhered to the laminate bench, made a loud flatulent sound.  I froze in mid-rise, looking sheepishly back at the people who had turned to look at me…but really…there were no words to make it better.