Terra Firma

 

          I’m supposed to be sitting in New Jersey right now. 

Woods and Words

Today was a heady combination of library, haircut, and gas – buying it, that is.

Trash and Mortality

When we lived at our house, rather than having garbage collection, we bought a dump sticker and hauled it all ourselves to the town transfer station, sometimes a social event of its own.

Slow Cooker

      Maybe one more toasty day, and then the heat here in the North may break. I hope so. Otherwise, my golf game on Tuesday will be less like a stroll down a green fairway and more like the March to Bataan. 

Tranquility

The visitors next door have left, judging by the missing big vehicle and the blessed quiet from their porch.

Becoming Mrs. Kravitz

Lately I’ve been curious about the neighbors next door.

Another One Bites the Dust

 

Just when I was still basking in the warm glow of all my new stainless steel appliances. . . . 

Tune-ups and Teeth

          We’ve always been fortunate in repair garages. Over the years, two different shops have each at one time or another sent us home rather than charge us for work we don’t need.

Wash Day

 

 When it comes to laundry, I’m old school.

America's Pastime

 This weekend found us in the land of peanuts and beer.

Last Laps

 

I think – please, God – that I’m done buying appliances.

Master Class

 

I’ve just finished one library book (The Crossing Places by Elly Griffiths) and now I’m on to another, this one by Martha Grimes. As I plod on, writing the seventh chapter of my own book, passages like the following stop me in my tracks.

A Good Walk

 

Yesterday began inauspiciously with sprinkles, but I pretended I didn’t see them and continued on my way to golf.

Weekend Report

Outside of a neighbor’s tree crashing down at 7 a.m yesterday, we’re having a quiet Fourth.