Travels with The Rayman

It is cold, it is damp, it is gray.  There is that. The flip side is that it is fun learning how to get around (I’m hopelessly confused as previously reported).  No wonder I did not excel at bridge, the … Keep Reading…

At long last, we have almost succumbed to the wired world.  I don’t choose my words lightly.  It did feel like a near-death experience for us. When you need everything new, what way do you approach the problems of the … Keep Reading…

My pinkie finger on my left hand is undergoing a make-over.  This involves a “digit widget”.  It looks like an oil derrick of the grasshopper variety.  See below. This has happened because I have a genetic disease.  See Dupuytren’s Contracture.  … Keep Reading…

May 27 in the swimming pool with my muse, Margaret, she told me that she observed jack rabbits playing the day before as she was headed home.  So, when I left the pool, I too noticed the jack rabbits in … Keep Reading…

Do you wonder what lurks in the crevices of your garage?  or attic?  or basement?  California doesn’t do basements too much but I had the good fortune of having grandparents that had a basement.  It was dank, dark, foreboding.  And … Keep Reading…

Yesterday was an awful day.  But let me back up.  The pic above was taken on Sunday when Mr. Rayman did a tumble into an oncoming small wave while trying to avoid getting wet from the wave.   What a … Keep Reading…