Worlds Collide

Christmas has subsided and I can now sleep without waking up at 3 a.m. to wonder if I have enough eggs for the annual holiday omelet, or if Handsome Son already has a cargo liner for the back of his car (He did. Thank you Amazon returns).

Christmas 2022

        Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

Recipes for Nostalgia

Miraculously, everything I ordered online has arrived (last one skidded in yesterday) and is wrapped. I’ve reached the stage where I’ve already forgotten what the heck is in all those packages under the tree; I’ll be as surprised as everyone else.

Hunger and Health

 I have my annual physical this morning and am crabbily sitting around the house.

Guilt and Garbage

 

          It’s currently 32 degrees outside, although the psychic people at the Weather Channel ap tell me it feels like 27.

Winter Wakeup

Well, it finally came.

Ask a Busy Person

 

How my day began:

An Unhealthy Wait

 

We were pleased that My Guy’s two-week-old cold was winding down just in time for Thanksgiving.

Shopping Notes

           Did you know that if your Amazon order doesn’t solve all your earthly problems that way you hoped it would, you can just present yourself to a Kohl’s store with a smile and that disobliging item and they’ll send it back for you?

Life in the fast lane

 

 

If you’re wondering what the younger set has been up to, here are a few excerpts from last week at our granddaughters’ pre-school:

Tag You're It

 

My only contribution yesterday was two pies and a bottle of wine.

A Random Act

A complete stranger ran fingers through my hair this morning.

To Meddle or Not to Meddle?

         I remember years ago, a stranger tapped me on the shoulder to warn me that I'd left my purse in the cart while deciding between one cut of chicken versus another.

Déjà Vu

 

SO annoying. I’ve done it again!

Light to Dark

In spite of achieving my goal, today’s shopping experience was less pleasant than yesterday’s trip to the grocery store.

Sasquatch

Today’s been pretty quiet if you don’t count the constant honking from the other room.

Zombies and Bears

 I’m hoping to get outside today if things dry up a bit.

Prepping and Procuring

 

I played my last game of golf here yesterday.

Give Thanks

          What used to be a long, but usually quiet day helping out at the polls (and thankfully still is in our little town) is getting to look like a spell on the front lines.

Mini-gardening

My temp of 100.9 on Friday hinted that pushing my golf cart up and down hills for 9 holes probably wasn’t the smartest choice.

Library Dining

 

          It’s pretty ironic that this past week’s posts seem to all be food-focused, since by Friday I had a cold that would fell a trucker. A big trucker. My taste buds are currently on holiday somewhere else.

Cooking Urges

 

 

 

It was a slow day on Sunday, which meant a big pot of Pasta e Fagioli. If (when?) that recession arrives, this will just the thing to hold body and soul together. 

Happy Halloween

Our wonderful cat Satchel from long ago

 

 

 

 

 

 

Swanky

“Over the top” can go two ways.

Goodbye Old Friends

     A glance at my bookcase triggered another clearing-out urge, but this is one I want to ignore. In spite of not having listened to them for years, I’ve hung on to my old audio tapes. I did discard quite a few, but these are my favorites. Why am I saving them? Unless an excavation in the basement reveals our son’s old boombox, I have no way to play them anymore. It’s going to be hard to put out Eric, Sting, James, and K.D. for the next trash pickup.

Footstools and Mushrooms

           Having a bedroom on the first floor means that when I wake up and open the curtains, I can climb back in bed and look out at the woods as I read for a while.

Fall Travels

 

We’ve been out and about these past few days.

Bumpy Ride

We live on a sort of island, with our own bridge that spans wetlands.

Identity Loss and Epiphany

 

The ether world both giveth and taketh away.

Philosophy and Purging

 I made a pre-emptive strike to the library this weekend.

Wake Up Call

 

          This morning I scanned yesterday’s online local headlines,

“Elderly Connecticut woman punched in head while exercising”

Conundrum Solved

          It’s unfair that exactly the people who could use a pet are too often the people who can’t always take care of them.

Life Skills

 

In spite of being dysfunctional, the women in my family were pretty traditional in their skills.

Second Look

 

So, the twins took time off from the Rhode Island beaches and came with their parents to Grandma and Grandpa’s for an afternoon. 

Fine Dining

Our weekend began Friday, with a trip to the movies.

Who was that masked man?

 

Wednesday was my annual eye check-up.

Flowers, Frog, Fox

This weekend’s gardening was mostly about pulling things up before I had to unearth them from the impending fall mountain of leaves. Still, there were a couple of small discoveries.

Blogger toying with me

 

Procrastination has its advantages.

          Over the weekend I had what seemed to be a creeping technological infection.

My blog reading list that I use to access favorite sites was becoming less and less accessible. First I was unable to reach one or two blogs, and by Sunday almost my entire list was unreachable. I would click on the title, and instead of landing happily at Going Gently, for instance, I’d hit a wall. I tried my iPad instead of my laptop and aimed myself at Ellen Abbott’s land and instead of lovely glass artwork, I was landed in the middle of what looked to my untrained eye like coding, all numbers and hieroglyphics.

          I returned to my blog list and began writing down everyone’s addresses. I don’t want to lose you folks! And then I meandered away my Monday instead of facing up to a tedious task of trying to figure out how to re-enter sites on my blog, if even that would work.

          This morning I opened my tablet, and voila! You were all there!

          Phew!

 

Tea, communism, and smoke

 

正山小種

I received a whiff of my childhood this week, thanks to Amazon and communists.

Celebration

 

Cue the dancers. Ready the fireworks. Uncork the champagne.

Circling Back

 

I’m still fascinated by life’s coincidences. Long before I ever knew I’d marry a Massachusetts boy, never mind live in Massachusetts, my father traveled up here from Virginia in possibly 1969ish and ended up at the Brimfield Flea Market. It’s the largest in New England, at least a mile in length.

Unicorn Hunting

A full 15 minutes on the phone listening to music and recorded apologies about the wait and one more time hope crashed and burned.