Monday, May 16, 2022

Septuagenarian Rebel

I’d been warned about her before, but had managed to dodge her.

Today I arrived in exercise class expecting to see our usual instructor Vickie, but instead an unfamiliar woman was standing in the gym, calling out instructions no one could hear over the bustle of arrivals and ongoing chatter. Not a good sign. Any teacher worth their salt knows to wait till the group settles down.

          Soon she started up a recording of Zumba moves and we were off. I gave it my best shot, but she became increasingly difficult to follow – quick moves that came and went with no apparent sequence – and the movements had little to do with the needs of senior citizens and were more about something you’d find on a dance floor.

          After 10 minutes of this nonsense, I picked up my belongings and left. I’ve done this before, and I’ll do it again. At this point in life I’m done being a good sport for no purpose.


Saturday, May 14, 2022

Crowning Adventures


I’m now on day three after having a crown put in to repair a cracked tooth. Granted, my memory has been flimsy my whole life, but I don’t remember this much discomfort with the last one.

It began when the sunglasses they gave me transformed my world into a shade of red only seen in Hades. At the risk of appearing high-maintenance I exchanged them for a less horrific color.

The process went reasonably well, although I like the end where they fit the crown much better than the beginning when they griiiinnnnd your tooth down to accommodate the crown. (One handy thing about my dentist is he does the entire production in his office. No waiting while it’s mailed out to some other facility.) In spite of the gargantuan needle stabbed into my jaw, I thought I did feel something or other on my tongue at one point, but after a slight pause we carried on.

          It turns out I was right. When the anesthetic wore off, Ibuprofen took care of any after effects from the tooth, but my sad, dermabraised tongue told me I wouldn’t be eating anything solid for a while. Quite a while. Even talking is painful.

          My Guy is away with hobby friends for the weekend so no need for me to make conversation during the day. Happily, it’s been a fairly silent weekend with the library, shopping, and buying plants. Maybe tonight I’ll get crazy and chew something.  

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Panacea for a dull week

Grandparents' gift of umbrellas was a big hit. Instant fort.





And here we are with just the solution for those of you whose life feels a little flat. 

Monday, May 9, 2022

If it ain't broke. . .

       It must be that inherent need to tinker with things to show some false sense of progress, but Blogger is at it again.

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Timing is Everything

We’re back from the land where the politics are meaner than the

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Down and Out

Late Monday afternoon the unthinkable happened. No internet. No cable.

Thursday, April 21, 2022

Ups and Downs

We have just a week left here in Florida and I need to do some serious editing of our food supply, not the easiest thing for someone with squirrel tendencies. A full freezer and plenty of canned goods and I’m a happy girl. 

Saturday, April 16, 2022

Okay so far


         I can’t remember now whether it was my second shot or first booster, but one or the other sent me to the couch last year with a small reaction of complete lethargy.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

King of Recycling



One more thing to check off my “weird stuff I’ve seen” life list.

Sunday, April 10, 2022



After months of avoidance, I finally sat myself down in a stylist’s chair for a trim.

Saturday, April 9, 2022

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

The Friendly Skies


Our daughter’s visit – with husband and two teens – was fun, although marred a little by uncooperative weather.

Monday, April 4, 2022


         Darn that Puritan work ethic. When this much time lapses between my posts, my go-to emotion is guilt. Since I have no deep thoughts or ruminations to share, here are a few visuals from the past couple of weeks:

Thursday, March 24, 2022

The Nose Knows


This is one of those Florida days where it’s cloudy and windy and intermittently rainy, and when you look outside it seems like the kind of cozy day to stay in with the crockpot and cook something big.

Monday, March 21, 2022

Staying Mum


We had more excitement than usual today on the Pickleball court. One of our players tripped and fell, the first to do so in a long time, which is a minor miracle considering the majority of us are in our 70s.

Thursday, March 17, 2022

Age Span

     When we're in our teens, a two or three- year difference in ages yawns like a bottomless chasm.

Saturday, March 12, 2022

Lions and Tigers and Chicks

In today's world, fraught with horror, I just know you’ve been waiting breathlessly for this week’s newsletter from our granddaughters’ preschool.

Thursday, March 10, 2022

Florida Living


Today was another example of my guerilla cleaning: I never know when the urge to clean will hit.

Sunday, March 6, 2022

Gas and Indigestion


Our first visit to our local gas station since the ripple effect from Ukraine started fanning out into our world. Thank heaven we now have our thrifty little SUV. Yes, I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but our Honda’s needs are way less demanding than our previous SUV, which had the same heft and fuel requirements of a Sherman tank.

          Still, I remember past trips to Europe – 5+ years ago – where our current gas prices would likely have been welcomed with open arms.