Rugged Individualists

“Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.” ― Tallulah Bankhead

          The other day I was at the mall when the sight of a teenager shuffling around in flannel pajama bottoms reminded me of my days of teaching and the constant struggle over the kids’ sartorial choices. My urban school system finally decreed uniforms for everyone, but the students still managed to put their personal stamp on whatever they wore.

Home Gym

I never made it to the YMCA this morning thanks to a blockade of snow after last night’s present from above. I was feeling a little guilty this morning until later when I reviewed today’s events. Any more wintertime projects and I may need a nice rehab center.

Patience

These are the times storms that try men’s souls. (Thanks, Thomas Paine. And right about now the idea of “The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot” is pretty appealing.) This particular winter is testing everyone’s patience.

Here There Be Dragons

      For quite a few years I belonged to an organization for women teachers. It had no purpose I could ever discern other than to meet every month in order to plan the next meeting.

A Day of Observations

         

          I was in between snowstorms and contractors and had reached the point where a trip to CVS sounded as exciting as MardiGras in Rio. I gathered a bagful of donations for our local survival center and saddled up for a day of errands.

Spackle and Snow

     



     We’re getting a little punchy here under this winter’s white-out conditions. On a trip to re-fill the bird feeders, my husband created this new friend out of one of the several foothills that have grown on our deck.

Where Men Are Men and Women Are Too

My latest fascination seems to be Alaska. Apparently all those grizzlies are currently getting elbowed aside by the hordes of film crews descending upon the state’s forests.

Random Monday

            Of Hair and Change  

The Fridge Man Cometh

     So last Saturday at 8 o’clock I dialed a number I’ve had for at least thirty-five years, but haven’t used for about six. Would he still be there? If so, does he still help people like me?

Cementing the Deal

I thought I'd try my hand again at Wednesday's Words, which originates at

 Under The Porch Light

This week's words are:

cement     harmonious     dignified    frenzied    baggage     looping

Snow Blown

Foot 2 and then some over a span of 14 days.

My Fellow Man