I apologize if you’re sick of Booker stories, but he continues to crack me up. The weather here has turned hellishly hot. It was almost 100 degrees yesterday, and will be even hotter today. Booker, being the good Siberian Husky that he is, has a full wooly coat. His big shed won’t come until next spring, and then every bird’s… Read More
Smile, though your heart is breaking…
I’ve been meaning to try an experiment. I want to watch television for selected two hour segments—a segment in the morning, a segment in the afternoon, a segment in the evening—and observe the number and types of advertisements aimed at seniors. Images are sneaky. We see them over and over and begin to identify with the content. The other day… Read More
Wicket, Wicket, Man
So, my husband suggests we play a game of croquet. I haven’t played in years, and seldom by the official rules, but what the heck. I knew I could kick his butt with one mallet tied behind my back. Why? When I was a child, my brothers and I devised our version of croquet called, “Maso-croquet.” It was sooo much… Read More
Sound advice
I’m a big fan of Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes. My first introduction to her work was in my Psychology and Gender class a few years ago. Dr. Claudia Kittock, my then professor extraordinaire—now fabulous friend—had us evaluate excerpts from Dr. Estes’ book, Women Who Run With the Wolves. Being a literal thinker, I struggled with some of the symbolism. However,… Read More
Tanks for the memories
I was running behind on everything. Sure, I had made a schedule earlier in the morning, but nothing was flowing the way I imagined. The intended check marks next to accomplished items were missing and probably doing something a lot more fun. The sun was shining and I was feeling very, very, Minnesota pasty. (Warning: Minnesota pasty is a condition… Read More
Eye Candy
My husband has an active imagination, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I remember, back when I was still a dental assistant, a cute-as-a-bug elderly gentleman who came in regularly for dental work. He would stare into the face of the other dental assistant and tell her she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She’d… Read More
What the Shell?
What the shell? Don’t you love it when you are mindlessly following a routine and some sort of surprise awaits? Me too. I was headed into the backyard to pull more of the weeds that seem to thrive on my abuse when I almost stepped on a turtle. I’m not sure of the official variety, but we always refer to… Read More
A clothes call…
It was to be a quick dash into the grocery store. I needed milk, fruit, and the usual run-out-of-too-soon items. I wasn’t overly concerned with my appearance because I was in “doing” mode, but I wasn’t exactly scruffy either. I had on black yoga pants, a black knit shirt, green and maroon Teva sandals, and a grey hoodie. My hair… Read More
Tick talk, it’s creepy time…
Ug. Have you ever felt dozens and dozens and dozens of wood ticks crawling all over your body? It is enough to give a permanent case of heebie jeebies to a zombie. So, you want all the details you say? Okay. My daughter and I were off on our annual “Chick Weekend.” We’ve been spending one weekend a year together… Read More
Luck be a lady…
I had the opportunity to spend time at a local casino this past weekend. My reasons for being there were mostly food related, but there was “a pull” to do more. (I really wish they still had slot machines with arms that pulled down…that made the experience seem authentic.) My mom, when alive, loved the casino. Even after her terminal… Read More
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