Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Philosophy and Pastrami


Who knew a pastrami Reuben could be the catalyst for thoughts on optimism versus denial?

          Having grown up in a family where if the bone isn’t actually sticking out of your leg you were pronounced to be ‘just fine’, I’m not especially good at listening to anything my body might be telling me. So, it took a really nummy pub sandwich and too long a ride home, resulting in volcanic gastric events, to remind me of my missing gall bladder. You’d think I’d be better about remembering pancreatitis a couple of years ago and the resulting cholecystectomy, and the resulting need for me to stick to a low-fat diet.  

          It never occurred to me that my lunch would be revisiting me far into the afternoon. Which leads me to ask, what’s the difference between optimism and plain old denial? While one person I’m married to  I know sees the glass as not only half-empty, but teetering on the edge, I see it as half-full, and look! here comes someone with a pitcher to refill it!  Rain might be forecast the morning of the big picnic, but hey, it’s sunny now!

          Is optimism a brighter outlook on the world, or a refusal to see it as it really is?

          I just know that next time I’d better order the chicken salad.

Friday, November 19, 2021

Giving Thanks

As Thanksgiving approaches, I’ve found something to be truly grateful for.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Break out the handkerchiefs


Never mind those vees of geese overhead, or the furnace’s hum from the basement.

Monday, November 15, 2021

Motoring in the hills

It’s still fairly reasonable here, the temps in the 50s and 60s during the day, but the trees outside our windows have been telling another story.

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Sticker Shock


Breaking my own rule of avoiding grocery stores on Saturday, I ran in yesterday to pick up milk and a few other things.

Saturday, November 13, 2021

I can see clearly now

       One reason I fell in love with our last house was its many windows. Six in the living room alone, a big many-paned bay in the dining room, another in the kitchen. One reason I was happy to leave our last house was its many windows.

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Prepping for the end times

Never mind toilet paper or paper towels (although if pressed, I will admit to, let’s say, a few rolls in the basement, no more than a week’s supply).

Wednesday, November 10, 2021


This past weekend Mamie helped me tidy up the back yard a bit – cutting back the dead hosta, throwing out the browned chrysanthemums, clipping down the astilbe.

Monday, November 8, 2021


When I arrived at my Boomer low-impact aerobic class this morning, the gym was awash in balloons and cupcakes, not the sort of thing you expect to find where the whole idea is to reduce the jigglies, not add to them.

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Bay State to Garden State



          I’ve arrived in New Jersey, white knuckles and all.

Friday, October 22, 2021

Rising Above


The flawless autumn weather continued, but it could have been an irritating day today – the elements were all there:

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Brief Bliss

Most sunny afternoons, my neighbor Carol can be found on a chair in her front yard with her two Shiatzus, Petunia and Peanut, on leashes, snuffling around in the grass.   

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

True Democracy

Last night we sat in our town’s high school auditorium as the sausage was made.

Monday, October 11, 2021

Monday morning

I took Mamie out for a quick stroll before I went off to exercise class.

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.

Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Playing Possum

We’re very happy, My Guy and I, with the landscaping here in our complex.

Monday, September 20, 2021

Mamie's Spiritual Side


I may have finally solved the mystery of why Mamie seems to have a gastrointestinal upset about every month.

Saturday, September 18, 2021

Spinning Wheel


(For all my legions of readers waiting breathlessly for each new post, I apologize for being away. My only defense is sheer laziness and a dull life.)

          I may have written about this before, but it’s a thought that’s occurred to me more than once – how cyclical life can be.

Thursday, September 9, 2021

Teaching Reflections

          In the last ten years or so of my high school teaching career, the big push was group work.

Monday, September 6, 2021

Monday, August 30, 2021

On Schedule

I was working on book four (tentatively titled Doubly Murdered), but it’s turkey o’clock again.

Saturday, August 28, 2021

Monday, August 23, 2021

Not out of the woods yet


          In the way that the chair you choose on the first day of class is yours for the duration, my spot at my oldsters aerobics class seems to have become the left-hand side, one row from the front.

Thursday, August 19, 2021

Timely Signs

On my way yesterday to drop Mamie off at the groomer’s, I passed our town’s elementary school.

Tuesday, August 17, 2021

People With Purpose

          Many years ago, when I taught middle school (thus ensuring my place in heaven),

Thursday, August 12, 2021

Friday, August 6, 2021

Shame on You?

Having grown up in an environment so WASPy that I could sign up with the Daughters of the American Revolution if I had a mind to, I didn’t receive the formative lessons on guilt that, according to the stand-up comedians, good Catholic and Jewish mothers hand out.

Thursday, August 5, 2021

Hmmm and Arghh


     (As I write this, our three turkey friends are on their afternoon constitutional through our backyard. They have a schedule tighter than Boston’s MTA.)  

Monday, August 2, 2021

Ridiculously Small World

So, making idle chit chat while waiting for the group ahead of us to tee off:

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Monday, July 26, 2021

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Lunch Freebie

    You know those scenes where the bartender sets a drink in front of a woman and says, “It’s from the guy at the end of the bar.” The woman raises the glass in thanks and the man raises an eyebrow.

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Sturm und Drang

I’m going out for lunch tomorrow, but picking out the restaurant was the easy part.

Saturday, July 17, 2021

Love in the Backyard

My plans to make some progress on my fourth book were rudely interrupted today by romance.

Wednesday, July 14, 2021

(Too) Well Read

There’s a reason why I check out four books at a time from the library.

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Norman Rockwell and Fantasy

     As anyone who grew up in the 50s with a Saturday Evening Post on their coffee table can tell you, it would be hard to find anything more quintessentially Amurican than Norman Rockwell.

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Big Bang Land

     The show may be off the air, but in spite of the gray-haired woman who waited on me, Sheldon and Leonard are still around, as far as I can tell.

     I truly appreciate our town’s computer repair shop, truly I do. But I think I know now why it took four days to get my laptop back after a rudimentary updating of various things.

      I was trying to be subtle, muttering things about grandsons as I snapped some of the shelves, but I wasn't able to get a shot of the Incredibles lunch boxes or action figures across the room.


    And these were just in the first, entryway room. Heaven knows what else is squirreled away in the back.