Monday, October 11, 2021

Monday morning

I took Mamie out for a quick stroll before I went off to exercise class. We went around the corner to a dead-end portion of the complex, an area ignored to the most part by the landscapers. If I hadn’t already heard the ominous noises coming from her belly this morning, Mamie’s frantic grass gobbling was signal enough of the state of her stomach. More events to follow, I fear.

          At the Y, like those grocery store moments when the Musak pipes out a once-cool tune from my adolescence, we lifted our hand weights to something I last heard blasting out of my son’s bedroom in 1982. Who knew that one day I’d be fighting arthritis to Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” in my Boomer Boot Camp session?

  


        At least my futile attempt to mail a package on Columbus Day (state holiday) forced me to pause in the Post Office parking lot and soak in the beauty of fallen leaves. Living in a complex where a drift of leaves on the ground is anathema to our ever-vigilant landscape crew, I haven’t seen much yet of that mirror effect of a half-empty tree.

 

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Turkeys and Soup


          A grey sort of Sunday here, not really cold, but the right sort of day to start some bread, make some soup (thank you $5.99 Costco rotisserie chicken), and stock up at the library. Which is exactly what I did.

Wednesday, October 6, 2021

No Thanks


For the past two weeks, a neighboring town has been running an ad across the bottom screen of one of our local news channels.

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

We Are Not Amused

My high school friend Christine (Dr. Christine to you) is the head of the history department at her tiny Maryland college.

Monday, October 4, 2021

Crabby Monday

 

          Aargh...The wrong instructor was there for my morning exercise class.

Friday, October 1, 2021

Not Easy Being Three


I thought you might be interested in what you’re missing in the course of your day.

Thursday, September 30, 2021

Big City

 

I only lived in North Arlington for four years, (before parental divorce, South Arlington for 5) but probably since those were high school years, that’s where the few remaining emotional ties to my youth reside. This past weekend we made a quick trip to the Arlington, VA area.