Fridays

Solsticeness

June 20, 2008

I know the rest of the world seems to believe that Memorial Day is the kick off for summer, but somehow, the whole idea of that particular holiday kicking off anything has never quite sat right with me. Call me a party poopah, but there’s something way wrong about all those furniture sales, and car [...]

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Teenagers, school, and grey hair.

May 30, 2008
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The family that views together?

May 23, 2008

My mother loves watching television. Loves. It. So it’s been a challenge for her since arriving back in Paradise to adjust to our television viewing habits. Um, we don’t exactly have any? She’s got to feel like she’s in TV Hell. We do have shows we enjoy, but from my perspective, it’s more about being [...]

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Dorothy, you’re sort of in Kansas.

May 2, 2008

This morning before leaving for work, the MoH told me that my mother was headed into some very severe weather. Right before heading upstairs to see for myself, I heard that storms had gone through in the night and that someone had died in Missouri. Glancing at the clock, thinking of the two hour time [...]

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Gullibility and a Strong Core

April 25, 2008

In case you were wondering, I’m alive. I did go out on a couple of early morning walks this week, smartly attired in my plaid flannel pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. By the time Thursday rolled around, though, I was on auto pilot and made a nose dive back into bed. Rude. Tone your core [...]

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Who pulled our plugs?

April 18, 2008

A couple of days ago, on the day after the official end of busy season, I was speaking to someone at work and mentioned that I’d considered calling 911 when I woke up that morning, in jest, of course. You may recall my whining about needing air in my tires or something, yes? And when [...]

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Walking, talking, and thinking about good things.

April 11, 2008

It’s still dark in the morning when the alarm goes off at 5:10 and I rarely hesitate before throwing back the covers to step over the doggo and find my way to the closet. If I’m lucky, I’ll avoid the Yack Star, who will want to eat, and actually make it downstairs with two shoes [...]

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