Bingo Diva

I’ve never won anything in my life. That is, anything left to the luck of the draw — until last night. I was a Bingo Virgin then, but today, I’m an experienced winner of the $100 prize for the green game. Arrayed in my Hawaii tankini (it gives me so much coverage, it’s like swimming in a gown) I attended Beach Blanket Gay Bingo, reveling in an evening of cabaret, Cabernet and oh-so-gay. One of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence confirmed my card, bestowing me with the big bucks. I can feel that it’s the beginning of a winning streak.

Altared State

I am a clutter magnet. A pleasing arrangement of my own ‘stuff’ leaves me content, even better if the collection is made up of small offerings from friends. Every day I look upon our kitchen ‘altar’ and see a pious nun from Bernie — given to me in a time of turmoil — a sculpted bottle-opener bird from Sarah, the brass handle from a garden hose excavated from Harry’s belongings, a squirt bottle Mary from Dorit, glass bubble vases from Charlotte (filled with 50th birthday rosemary — now taking root!) and an angel postcard, so long ago mailed to me from big sister Carrie. Smooth rocks and geodes found along the way ... all remind me of life’s happy little moments.