This will pass - it'll go back to the 70s in a day or so, but that took a bit of faith last night at happy hour. The storm flaps were down at the open-air restaurant but the wind still whistled in and the bartender made good use of her hoodie.
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Cold Snap
Mamie's got a spring in her step; she's a Massachusetts girl through and through. It was 46 degrees this morning, with a healthy breeze and she bounced right along on her first time out today.
This will pass - it'll go back to the 70s in a day or so, but that took a bit of faith last night at happy hour. The storm flaps were down at the open-air restaurant but the wind still whistled in and the bartender made good use of her hoodie.
This will pass - it'll go back to the 70s in a day or so, but that took a bit of faith last night at happy hour. The storm flaps were down at the open-air restaurant but the wind still whistled in and the bartender made good use of her hoodie.
Tuesday, February 18, 2020
Medicine, Florida style
My experience yesterday at our small hospital here
in Florida was a change of pace.
Monday, February 17, 2020
Slumber Party Redux
I wasn't kidding about having found a sweetie for a dog sitter.
As soon as we returned home, we received a text assuring me Mamie had eaten and approved the evening's entertainment: a dog show.
As soon as we returned home, we received a text assuring me Mamie had eaten and approved the evening's entertainment: a dog show.
Sunday, February 16, 2020
Slumber Party
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| No idea what's coming. |
I have a small out-patient event tomorrow and to
simplify life (“Please arrive at 5:45 a.m.”!!!) we’re taking Mamie, the queen
of separation anxiety, for an overnight visit to the dog sitter.
Saturday, February 15, 2020
You can't make this stuff up
So there I was in HomeGoods, sifting through the tchotchkes,
when I came upon this pretty box.
I lifted it up, turned it over, took note of
the price, and set it back down.
But
something hung in my mind’s eye.
I picked
it up and turned it over again.
Talk about your mixed messages.
Talk about your mixed messages.
Tuesday, February 11, 2020
Commune Update
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A week or so ago, someone in the next building opened
her front door to an unkempt, dirty guy asking for money, supposedly to go to
school.
She said,“You can’t solicit here.”
He said, “I’m not
soliciting, I’m asking for money.”
Monday, February 10, 2020
Fantasyland
Yesterday we took a drive to see Lakewood Ranch, a maze of homes that sprawls across the
next county.
Sunday, February 9, 2020
Saturday, February 8, 2020
Searching for serenity and style
After a week-long absence caused by appointments
and conflicts, I managed to make it to the Y this morning for my Forever Fit
class. If only.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Downwind
Last night we ate with a firm grip on our plastic beer glasses
as we watched paper plates wing by like Frisbees.
Tuesday, February 4, 2020
Monday, February 3, 2020
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