Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
If you can’t stand the heat…
Two thoughts are silently screaming in me right now: FOUR-LETTER WORD! FOUR LETTER WORD! FOUR-LETTER WORD! (And trust me, I’m being much more creative that the previous three sentences would have you believe.) and: Eat your heart out Bobby Flay. It’s not like I wasn’t warned. The lawn mower, then the coffee maker. The other … Continue reading
No stopping the insanity
So I overslept this morning — just by about 15 minutes, but it might as well have been three hours for the panic it induced. Am I the only one who feels like the alarm clock is less wake-up call and more starting gun? Scramble out of bed, get eyes open, fumble for the caffeine, … Continue reading
Worthy of recognition
Does your spouse have a habit that drives you mad? After nearly 19 years of marriage, Basil and I have managed to negotiate numerous sticking points: The “how hot should the heat be” and “how cold should the a/c be” two-step. (Wherever he puts the thermostat, I just go after him and put it in … Continue reading
It came in through the back window
I won’t couch my words: Some days nothing is easy. It was another rope-worthy day. Last day of school and a kid with lots of plans. Work day full of stuff I wasn’t able to finish yesterday. Migraine headache that wouldn’t quit. Laundry and a variety of errands to split with Basil. Class to teach. … Continue reading
The beat still goes on
I wrote some time back about how all these years later, I’m still a band geek. Yup — play me some John Philip Sousa and I stand a little taller, secretly check to see if I can still slow march (yes, I can). The years I played with the Port Chester High School Marching Band … Continue reading
Still Daddy’s little girl
Can’t help but smile to think of my dad. Mom was the disciplinarian and Dad played less of a heavy at our house … unless you really crossed the line and then, well, look out. His yelling could be heard for miles. He still can yell, but his bombastic voice is simply a match for … Continue reading
Goin’ around in circles
Catherine and I hooped it up last night. We went hula hooping in fact. Together. In public. (Did I mention we were together?) What a great time we had at this offbeat fitness class hosted by Jazzercise of Southwestern Connecticut‘s center. Great fun, terrific workout (my abs have been singing all day). In fact, it’s … Continue reading
(This is not a) Drive By
Happy to report I made it out of the driveway today. No, this is not a trick post. Turns out this morning, it was a little harder than usual to back out, and not on account of my questionable driving skills. Our neighbors, parents of an infant, need a looooooong nap. I may offer Catherine … Continue reading
What boobs!
Yesterday’s annual mammogram turned out to be an angst-laden event. No, not because there was any problem, thank goodness. Although standing topless in front of a stranger who is turning your breasts into pancakes is not the most pleasant way to start the day — especially when you keep wondering exactly how long a person … Continue reading
Just beachy
Got the season’s first trip to the beach in on Sunday — a brief visit, sandwiched between the yard work and vacuuming. Basil wasn’t going to join me, but I think the new bikini convinced him to leave the gutters for a bit. I love the beach — love the people-watching, love the sound of … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 