It’s rainy and cold out today but there was a brief spat of sunshine that coincided with the Potato’s borking trot today. He was geared up and well…while I wanted the Blond Potato to go out because he really needed a good Bork, I should get him a black harness if I’m going to dress him because the orange one clashes with his blue fleece coat or I could get a coat that’s more colour appropriate to the harness. He looked like a mad Portuguese auntie dressed him.

He came home happy and panting and then after a brief snorkel in the water dish… and I do mean snorkel because he goes ears deep into the water, he came for scritches and love to both me and Auntie Jessica. He then said goodbye to her after she tested out the new living room chair to make sure it was more comfortable than the other one (it’ll need a bit of breaking in). Following his farewells, he began his post-walk cavort in his bed (video included) and now is snoring off in pupper-land for a well-deserved nap.

It’s really hard being a Potato. His life is just one whirlwind of activity after even followed by napping.

And then snackies. And belly rubs.

From his Aunt Jessica:
It was nice and cool out for Gus this morning. He had so much fun rolling around in the grass! He was pretty calm too since there weren’t many people out!
Best, Jessica

Bread and Butter Pickles… and Words

Right now I’m having a very late dinner of a faux shark cooterie board of butter crackers, salami, pepperoni, cheddar, colby jack, and bread and butter pickles. The pickles in question are Mt. Olive and come in a bag. The first time I encountered them was in the South at a highway stop and well, love at first bite. So… they’re a part of dinner tonight.

I don’t like pickles on sandwiches. Or relishes in my chicken / tuna / egg salad. Or any kind of salad actually. I do like relish on hot dogs. MMMMmmmmm Chicago dogs. But I do love a good pickle. But not chutney. Chutney and I have never truly made friends.

Now of course, kimchi counts as pickles so that’s a thing. But really pickled plums, pickled eggs, pickled pigs feet… all are okay. Dunno why. Must be the Portuguese influence. Lots of vinegar there. Or maybe the Japanese. Either way, pickled anything is good.

It’s going to storm like crazy tomorrow and we already had to postpone the Monday Borking Report because of high winds and rain. Hopefully it won’t be that way tomorrow because the Potato probably would like to go on at least one hard trot for this week. Even though he’s had a LOT of exercise going in and out of the house.

As well as borking at the lawn guys who came by Tuesday.

The house purge continues as I rearrange life. It’s an interesting exercise in figuring out what should be in my life and really how I fit into it. We’ll see what comes out on the other side.

The cats are adjusting to the upheaval well. Okay, to be fair, they really don’t give a shit because there’s food, sunbeams, and places to snooze. What more can they ask for? Oh… Badger needs to be walked a bit every day but you know, he’s weird.

If you want to try one of my favourite dishes, here’s the Foodland guy teaching how to cook pancit. Which is…. love love pancit. And with pata, dear God, it’s good. Easy to cook and the ingredients are pretty easy to get.

Oh… and I guess I actually better eat my dinner. Hope you all are doing okay. I’ll be rolling something out in a bit and I’m excited to bring that to you. Right now, I’m poking at the edges and working out a small social issue in the text that I’ve got to land right or it’ll come off…. meh. But that’s something I just want to get right.

Tell me what easily made dishes that you love… and even better, share with me a link to a recipe or video of it being made. I’m always up for a good new dish!

Bound (Chinatown Demons Book 1 is NOW ON AUDIBLE, AMAZON, and iTUNES!

Xian and Spencer are now in audiobook format with the spectacularly talented Greg Tremblay bringing them to life as only a master narrator can. I am so very excited to bring you the first installment of the Chinatown Demons series and am so looking forward to sharing with you the continuing adventures of Xian Carter and Spencer Ricci as they come up against some of San Francisco’s most wicked murderers.


Chinatown, San Francisco.

A different place — another time— and where the city’s streets keep secrets, shadowy mysteries SFPD Inspector Spencer Ricci needs to dig through after he finds himself on a case involving a dismembered, mummified man in a restaurant’s locked storage room.

Spencer drags around a lot of baggage, including an ongoing battle with the bottle and a long career as an LAPD detective he’d set fire to in a blaze of booze-soaked mistakes. San Francisco is supposed to be a new start but his old ghosts haunt him, beckoning him back into his self-destructive bad habits. Bad habits that include contemplating doing dirty things with the wrong kind of guy and this time, it’s a sleek, cold-tempered medical examiner named Xian Carter with a complicated reputation.

For a century-old demon, Xian Carter is content with his secretive life. Hiding his nature from the mundane world, he blends in with the city’s inhabitants as best he can but even the best of predators make mistakes. Delving into the mysteries of the dead provide a welcome distraction from endless nights and hiding in plain sight amuses him, until something supernaturally wicked comes knocking on his door with an extremely hot, broody Inspector close behind.

Murder makes for strange bedfellows and this one is no exception. The twists and turns of the case leaves Xian and Spencer on a wild goose chase after clues but Xian can only hope there’s a human at the end of the trail—because the last thing San Francisco needs is another predator.

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Today’s BORKING REPORT! And a bit about Don Juan El Gato de los Pantalones….

The Potato has been sharing the back yard with the Badger but the bi-weekly walks are solely for the Blond Borker. He is excited about the new harness or at least appears to be when I pull it out. So there’s that.
To be fair, Badger has learned where HIS harness is and goes over to show us where it is in case we’ve forgotten. Usually right after we’ve come in from the back yard after taking him out. El Gato spend a good portion of his time outside digging in a dirt patch and rolling in it. He was filthy. Probably still is. I’m going to have to use a swiffer to get him clean. Dusting the cat is a real thing apparently.
The Borker was so happy to see his Auntie Jessica and he left the house borking away. Probably telling her that he has to now share the back yard with the Asshole Badger but he’s free off a leash while the cat is not. So there’s a bit of smugness there.
From his Aunt Jessica:
Gus had fun today! Not too many people out so we walked a little further. It was actually pretty hot out this morning so I hope he’s getting plenty of water!
Best Regards, Jessica!

New Year, Borking, and Writing

It has been a bit of a struggle getting back into the writing brain. These past couple of years have been rough and well, so much tragedy in my life. But the thing is, sit down and hit the keyboard really is a thing.

I am kind of purging things out of my life and also in a way, shedding a bit of emotional weight burdening me. I am hoping that in the coming days, I can submerge myself into the ether that I write in. I miss being able to do that. But I can feel it rising back up and I am hopeful it will soon become a sanctuary once again.

There is also too much mustard on my hot dogs right now. Dijon mustard. It’s a good mustard but I think my brain is searching for the spicy brown. Should have drizzled chili crisps on them.

I also am looking forward to being able to fall back into whimsy. I miss it.

The Potato will be continuing his Borking Strolls and I hope to publish his Borking Reports. Right now he’s begging for either a hot dog or a doggie treat but that’s his life. Treats, Borking Strolls, Scritches, and Naps. Oh and dinners.

And I actually want to leave a video from a channel I follow called Tribal People Try. Normally they sample foods, usually Western / American, and it’s an interesting look at how people view one another’s tastes. In this particular video, it’s 2 pairs of the men on the channel playing a game. It’s lovely to see them smile, laugh and simply have a bit of silly fun. I think we sometimes forget silly fun is probably the best kind of fun to have. I think I’ll need to find a time and place to do this for a bunch of people.

Final BORKING REPORT of 2020!

It was ungodly cold this morning and much borking at the Charity Pickup guy who was here to take some household goods, DVDs, and other things to the thrift shop for donations. Gus had opinions about that and was scolding fiercely until I told him to go to the back yard if he wanted to express his opinions.
Once he got that out of his system, he came in for a midmorning nap in his Living Room Camo Bed then got dressed when his Auntie Jessica texted that she was heading over.
Showed Andi Dude how to put on the Potato’s muzzle because there will come a time when I’m not here and he’ll need to go on his Bork.
The Blond Potato was VERY excited to go on his final walk of the year and was quite full of energy when he bounded out the door. And apparently continued to express his opinions and joy as he went along.
So from the Borker and us here in San Diego, have a Happy New Year and all the best in the coming 2021!
From his Auntie Jessica:
Gus had so much energy today! He was so speedy! Hope he’s resting up now. Happy new year! See Gus next year 🙂 Best, Jessica


The Potato has had a morning! Mostly it’s a bit misty outside today and cold but not cold enough for a jacket. I might break out his jacket on Monday if the weather continues. Just so he stays warm. He’s already grubby despite getting a bath this past week. So… it’s like a never ending battle. His Auntie Barbara who grooms him is locked down because of COVID and hasn’t opened in a bit but promises she will soon. Because if not, I’m taking a clippers to him soon. He’s a hairy beast.
He’s having a cavort right now because he came back very full of himself and borky.
From his Auntie Jessica:
Gus did a lot of borking this morning! There were a few kids out that he wanted to say hi to! He seems so happy now. Merry Christmas! Best, Jessica

Life and words…

I haven’t shared much here other than Borking Reports but as you all know, my sister Jenn passed away and it’s been… odd. Jenn lived with me from 1987 to her passing last month and just the suddeness of it all and the shock of it happening means for me an unsettling mind space. I’ve been focused on trying to get her affairs in order and well, my brain’s not been into writing.

Because as you all know, this year has sucked.

I’m hoping I can reboot things off and dive back in because I do need to find those words, find those stories. I think it will birng me some peace and calm.

What I can tell you is to NOT order a 9 drawer dresser / armoire from Amazon which requires 6 hours of assembling. We’re on hour three and a half of the dresser and the preassembly is complete. All of the drawers are done and now comes the pulling together of big pieces. As a project to get my head out of the dark places I was falling into, I focused on getting the guest room changed about to refresh it and provide a place for our friends and family to come to. And see, I say our. Because that’s… that’s where my head is at.

Andi is here in the other room which was planned before Jenn passed because we were planning on having Jenn’s space refreshed and making room for a hospital bed if she needed it. Every single plan we had was for her to come home.

And instead, she went to a different home, back to the stars and the universe to be with those who have gone before her. It is unfair and I’m angry about it. She should have had more time with us. She just should have had more time here.

But moving forward is necessary. So, there will be more plans, more words, more laughter and we will continue to share stories about her and always couch it with… well, you know how Jenn was… *grins*