Category Archives: Memories
Ice Cream Memories
My husband had to go pick up a part for his show car tonight. It’s an hour’s drive to the special store. (There’s a better name for this parts place, but I don’t know what the technical term is – “Expensive Shit Emporium”, maybe.) Anyway, Hubby didn’t want to make the two-hour round trip by …
That Much Better
I love small pleasures. The little things in life charm me more than the big once-in-a-lifetime surprises. Mostly because once-in-a-lifetime is too seldom. But I can experience small joys every day. Like the ivy that grows on the building I work in. Or blueberries. I love blueberries. And I have blueberries for …
The More You Toot, The Better You Feel
This Father’s Day, I thought I would post some man-type humor. Farting. Yes, men think farting is utterly hilarious. And I have to admit, I often think so too. I think one of the funniest movie scenes in history is the campfire scene in “Blazing Saddles.” But only the concept of farting is funny. Not …
Storage Space
We finally! (yes, that’s Finally with an exclamation point!) had a beautiful Sunday here in Connecticut. And so we took a nice drive in the convertible. We were headed towards the shoreline for a lobster dinner to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Top down, the sun on my face (and kneecaps, I found out later), the …
The Printer’s Devil
My husband took another shortcut the other day. He is notorious (to me) for taking shortcuts that are anything but. He once took a shortcut that added about forty-nine minutes to our drive home. (not that I was counting). I thought at one point I saw a sign that said “Welcome to Vermont.” Usually I …
How To Be Old
A post from September 2011: I’m normally not much of a concert-goer. I don’t like crowds and I don’t like crowded parking lots, and I especially don’t like crowded ladies’ rooms. I put up with all of the above for the love of my life, James Taylor. Everyone else, not so much. Recently, however, I …
Role Model
After I so thoroughly and lovingly complimented myself last week, I think it is only fair to acknowledge that I just perhaps – very slightly – might have a few shortcomings. For example: How I React To Criticism: Which is: Not Well. Although I recognize that I have a few faults – I do not …
Dances With Wolves
In the Native American culture, a name describes who a person is, and so should change as the person changes. I love this concept. Especially since I do not love Nancy. And I am certainly not the Nancy I used to be. So, in the mode of “Dances With Wolves,” I present to you my names …
Personal Best!
I survived! I survived a whole month without shopping! My niece introduced me to Pretend Shopping. She finds great stuff on the internet and sends photos to her friends, saying, “I pretend-bought this for you!” Here’s what she once picked out for me: Pretend-Shopping is a great idea, and so I did a lot …
The Beauty Pageant
Okay, I have admitted that I was not a beautiful child. I have also admitted more than once that I was an extremely late bloomer – like at sixty. So from those two facts, you might be able to deduce that my thirties were not quite stellar. I was better than homely but a far …
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