The Party's Over

     

     The weekend whizzed right by. We had the grandgirls for an overnight, something that doesn’t happen too often since they live an hour and a half away.

Shelves and stuff

Happenings this week:      

Autumn in Massachusetts

 

Well, it’s here. There’s no escaping it. Granted, our days are now dappled, sunny, and in the upper 50s, but we all know what’s around the corner.

          In the meantime, we can just enjoy the view:

 

Bisexual Shopping

 My Kohl’s Cash bonus of $20 was burning a hole in my pocket so I stopped by to see what I could score. Kohl’s has never exactly been haute couture, but I thought maybe I could pick up a t-shirt for yoga or some such thing.

Traveling at the speed of water

 

          Like so many other truths, you really can’t go home again. In my case, there’s no one there anyway and Arlington, VA is unrecognizable now – more like L.A. than the suburbia I remember, now full of traffic and tall buildings.

Sunday Musings

 

This morning the room contained at least thirty people but the silence was profound until my yoga class was briefly disturbed by a sneeze, followed by a neighbor’s “bless you.”

Yoga offers an opportunity to reflect on life, so my deep thought was, “Does anyone say gesundheit anymore?”

 

          Then there’s the fact that we all get a bit shorter with age, which makes sense- gravity and all. But why do our ears and noses continue to grow? I can’t imagine what evolutionary issue that ever addressed.

 

          And why does an Irish wolfhound remind me of Donald Sutherland?

 

          You can see that meditation for me is a work in progress.

Oral Issues

 

   

       In 45 minutes I’m leaving for an event I’m anticipating with the same dread as my dental appointment on Tuesday.

Limited Outlook

 

          Before we moved to this condo, we lived in a house that we bought – among other reasons – for its many, many windows. Something I later came to regret because each of those windows was mullioned, twelve-over-twelve. And the mullions weren’t inset; they were wooden, which made washing them a tedious, hand-numbing event.

          Window washing never having been my thing, last week I asked around and found a guy, the best friend of the son of a Mahjong friend. Stupendous! Fabulous! And cheap! Now I may not wait such an embarrassingly long time in between cleanings.

         

          Now that we live in the commune, our view is very limited. Even though we’re an end unit, the only first floor window on the side is a tiny one in the bathroom.

          Thus, windows at the front

 and windows at the back.

        

  So, when we woke up the other morning at 7:00 a.m.  to chain saws and woodchippers, I wondered if they had finally decided to take down what My Guy and I call the ‘possum tree. It’s earned its name over the years because while it has glorious blooms in the spring – for about 5 days – the rest of the time it looks like it’s at death’s door.

          The tree sits on the blind side of the house, so after fruitlessly looking for activity out of the front and back windows, I figured I’d just wait till I drove out of the garage to check. (Okay, yes, I could have gone upstairs and peered down but I wasn’t all that interested - or energetic.)

      

    Later, I realized the itzy bathroom window gave a perfectly fine view of the still-intact bare branches of the tree.

        Duh.