Wear capris –
and this was so long ago I was still calling them pedal pushers. Now having my
ankles covered after May 31st feels like corporal punishment.
Sell our lake
house, a life-long dream of mine. But you know how it is. First the kids grow
up and move to other states, you get that psychotic neighbor who chips away at
the magic, and then the septic decides to seep through the basement wall and
the cost of a new system is $35,000.
That’ll do it.
Ever have
anything except homemade cookies in the jar. But, again - kids moving away. And homemade cookies are lethally good, so it’s not the best idea for the two of
us remaining here to consume 2500 calories after dinner every night. And no
matter what you tell yourself, oatmeal cookies filled with raisins and walnuts
(let’s not mention the entire stick of butter and all that brown sugar) are not
a good substitute for lunch.
Buy an artificial Christmas tree.
But that was before the time My Guy was out of town for weeks, the holiday was
closing in, and I drove out in a sleet storm after an exhausting day at work to
grab the first tree I could lay my hands on and strap to the car. It still
didn’t get in the house any time soon since I needed him to help me get it in
the house and wrestle it into the laughably inadequate holder. (That later
leaked water all over the floor.)
Ironically,
both my kids both married into the Jewish faith, plus, come December, the
grandkids are happy with any big green object surrounded by piles of presents
in the living room.
Anyone else out there have any famous last words?
I decided never to get sick. That will be a hard one to keep, don't you think? Love this post, Marty. Thanks for all the smiles. :-)
ReplyDeleteoh yeah. never say never because as soon as you do you'll be eating those words. "I will never shop at Evil Empire (aka Walmart)" and I didn't until I moved to a small town and that was the only option for just about anything unless you wanted to drive 30 miles through the heinous remaking of Hwy 59 into Hwy 69. I do try to limit what I buy there, holding to only 'need it now 'objects.
ReplyDeleteI plead guilty on lots of counts. Not least the one I made about never letting the housework get away from me. Which included never leaving washing the dishes for the morning.
ReplyDeleteI am guilty of many, though I never had a lake house to sell.
ReplyDeleteI've got a lot of things in my bucket list that are going to be there when I'm gone.
ReplyDeleteI just learned of a couple near here that had to walk away from their lakefront home after flooding. Insurance would not cover an 'Act of God.'
ReplyDeleteHorrible. I remember we had to take out '100 year flood' insurance.
Deletewhen we moved up here the house was not livable yet, and we lived in a small trailer nearby, so we could work on it. I swore I would never use an outhouse (delicate blossom you know) but then the aging trailer began to settle and shift and basically kick us out, we had to move into the house, outhouse and all.
ReplyDeleteI survived.
Times change and so do we. :)
ReplyDeleteI vowed to never sound like my mother, with the things she often said. Yet somehow those words find their way out of my mouth.
ReplyDeleteIt does catch you up, doesn't it. I vowed never to BECOME my mother, and once I realized I was staring at the wrong 'mother' (I was adopted), and focused on her sister, my birth mother, I realized I had inherited her energy, her humor, her creativity. So it was okay. I suspect I do sound a bit like her, but hey, no one's perfect.
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