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“Well, now.” That’s what my mother always said at the start of a declaration. Hands on her hips, distaste on her lips. You knew you’d better listen up. Then she’d elaborate. “Well, now,” she’d say, “I’ve seen it all!” It might have been alarmum over a friend’s new hair-do, perhaps a comment she objected to, […]
Question: “How do I know if I’m an introvert?” Answer: “You know you’re an introvert if you’re ready to go home before you leave the house.” Okay. So, I’m a dyed-in-the-wool, born-and-bred, certified (certifiable?), hard-core, bad-to-the-bone introvert. There were times in the last year that I used (misused?) the Covid guidelines to avoid parties, large […]
Or not. Once we realized, way back in early December, that we would still be cocooned, isolated, quarantined, or a combination of the above, we started looking for a little something special to send to our loved ones, far and wide. Something to remind them of us in our total eclipse. The Mister found a […]
In ordinary times, a single box of tissues is merely a commodity. An item on a shopping list. Nothing more. In the middle of a pandemic, a single box of tissues becomes a precious thing. A rarity. Scarce as hen’s teeth. At Christmas time, a single box of tissues can be a thoughtful present. A […]
They’re our very own ragtag group of Christmas Carolers. We’ve carefully curated and purchased all of them from the impeccable sources of Walgreens and CVS. They’ve been part of our Christmases for ages. They’re old. Way, way old. So, in this year like no other, we thought perhaps they should remain quarantined in the basement. […]
Last week’s blog espoused the virtues of doing absolutely nothing. It extolled the value of simply sitting and thinking about nothing, anything or everything, with no expectation for enlightenment, inspiration or production. Sure, one might hope for a small light bulb to go off somewhere, somehow, in that meditative state. But even that’s not necessary. […]
Which is it? There’s a book out there titled” The Art of the Wasted Day” by Patricia Hample. She would have us believe that, put together, both of those things have value. That wasted time is, indeed, time well spent. Ms. Hample wants us to spend more time doing nothing. Actually, she really doesn’t want […]
“DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID PUT DOWN THOSE PHONES!!!! AND I MEAN RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND. YOUR COUSINS ARE HERE FROM VIRGINIA AND THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO CATCH UP WITH THEM. FACE TO FACE.” How many times have those words been said at family gatherings? And never more often or more forcefully than at Thanksgiving […]
No gnats or mosquitoes. Blue skies. Temps’ in the 70’s. To add to this lovely day, there’s a kid’s regatta out on the sound. Lots of little ones with their teeny-tiny sail boats. The competition will be fierce. And, there’s more! Bags of food sit at the end of nearly every driveway. No, it’s not […]
That’s always how I’d feel when we’d go to King’s Island, Ohio’s answer to Coney Island. I went on those outings, not enthusiastically but agreeably. After all, theme parks are fun. Aren’t they? How you answer that question depends on your tolerance for noise, crowds, and big scary rides. I, personally, have none. For any […]
We’re on the cusp of a momentous election. On Tuesday night, it will all be over but the shouting. And the the counting. And, no doubt, the recounting. We voted of course. Just as we always have. But, by absentee ballot this year. So, I hope we voted. Hard to know for sure. It’s the first time we’ve not stood in some […]
Nobody wants to be in “the pits” if they don’t have to. You don’t go there on purpose. Unless you are a group of smart women, with a broad base of experience, thought and perspective. Then being in “the pits” becomes something else entirely. Not too long ago, a group of women decided to gather. To talk about […]
Once upon a time, I was targeted. As in “target-market” targeted. Stores carried clothes, shoes, cosmetics that were “targeted” to the likes of me. I was of an age when retailers, advertisers and marketers wanted my business. Happily, I could afford a little more than the bare necessities. Ergo, I was an economically attractive “target-market.” […]
Dear Mr. Goethe: You may not know this but I have quoted you, many times, through the years. It’s just one teeny-tiny little quote but it’s served me well. Not being a logician, computer guru, scientist, or anything like that, I learn by osmosis. By absorbing. By feeling. And so it is that your famous little quote “If you […]
Ah yes, I remember them well. Once upon a time, we lived in a community that allowed them. Even encouraged them. The signs were rampant. Everybody’s political biases and preferences screamed from their yards. If it needed a vote, it had a sign. Red and Blue co-existed, not just in neighborhoods, but in single yards. […]