Today my son turned thirty one years old. We made plans to meet for lunch and conversation. I’m proud to say we have always had a strong relationship and open communication, and I never take for granted how special that is in a world of dysfunctional families. As I thought about that moment thirty one years ago when he came… Read More
A Call to Arms…
It was a gorgeous summer day…not too hot…not too humid. I put on a sleeveless tee shirt, jeans, and sandals and headed out to run my errands. I try to keep in decent shape by working out on weight machines three times a week, gardening, and whatnot. I also try to cut myself some slack for aging like a ripe… Read More
Dirt and Dust can wait for Tomorrow
Ive been working on a college paper with a frenzy equal to chocolate cravings during my period. Its not pretty, and my husband has learned to keep a safe distance. During this paper-writing mania I have barely lifted a finger to clean the house. I hate a dirty house, but the cobwebs are actually rather decorative, and Halloween is only… Read More
Lesson #806 from the plant world…
After a restful weekend at Stout Island Resort earlier in the summer, I pestered my long-suffering husband to build two fairly large flower boxes. I had liked the designs of the boxes on Stout Island, and thought they would be the answer to a pest-control issue I was having…also known as Booker. Perhaps I should further explain– I’ve never been… Read More
Kindness in a cyber world…
Tuesday’s storm left my wireless printer pouting. In fact, it was in such a mood that it wouldn’t print at all. I recently had some computer tweaking done, and completely trust the young tech who works on my issues. (Computer issues, that is. We haven’t yet crossed the line into emotional therapy, although the two are closely linked.) The challenge… Read More
A manner of speaking…
When I was on my trip, a gentleman from California seemed intrigued with my Minnesota nice ways. He was actually about five years older than me, but tried not to be generationally similar. It became a running joke between us that I would help him rediscover manners. For instance, while shooting a photo, he’d wave me off and say, “Get… Read More
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