Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
Whatever suits ya
There’s nothing like a little bathing suit shopping to make you feel every minute of your age. Let’s face it: Bathing suit shopping ranks up there with finding the right fit in a bra — but at least a bra stays under wraps. A bathing suit goes on display, after all — along with everything … Continue reading
A walk on the wild side — or how to get your mind in the gutter
Bet you don’t think your vocation is entertaining to watch. Certainly, I don’t imagine anyone would want to see me clicking away on the computer keyboard all day long. It would be like watching paint dry, I’m sure. But some jobs lend themselves to fascination. After I clocked out today, I found myself glued — … Continue reading
Preparing for a clean break with some old friends
I will never understand why things happen all at once. We can go along for weeks or months at a time without any remarkable changes only to meet up with an avalanche. Our avalanche has started. Surely you remember the angst and pain of the loss of our dear lawn mower (well, for Basil anyway). … Continue reading
Driven to distraction
Once school lets out, Catherine will have a new assignment: Learning to drive while the days are long and the weather is nice. She’s more than a little nervous about the prospect and I can’t say I blame her, especially given the nonsense I witness on the road every day. People talking on their phones. … Continue reading
Grocery list includes hearty helping of human nature
Still shaking my head over the behavior of people in the market tonight. It was a usual Friday night free-for-all, bumper carts in the produce aisle, kids begging for things their mothers didn’t want them to have, sale items long gone, bored teen cashiers wishing they were anywhere but there. Well hell, didn’t we all … Continue reading
No longer in the pink
Wave goodbye to the pink palace. We had a nice run with this sugary color scheme chosen by Catherine several years ago — her first stab at a “big girl” room while in middle school. It was a labor of love, to say the least. Three colors of pink — bubblegum, watermelon and raspberry — … Continue reading
On the straight and narrow once again
Well, we can all breathe a sigh of relief — the mower has been replaced. It took a trip to Sears, some research and haggling, but Basil emerged victorious. A brand, spanking new machine, chosen from among the returns whose price was even further reduced thanks to a long sheet of bar codes the clerk … Continue reading
Thrill of victory, agony of the feet
Back from the GOYA Olympics, sunburned, exhausted and a little bummed. (A little reminder: GOYA = Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans.) After a quick win of our first softball game, the Archangels team moved on to the next round where they faced off against some serious teen athletes. In very short order, … Continue reading
Going for the gold
We’re going to the Olympics. No, not the “sponsored by Mastercard, so it’s priceless” kind (although my niece is going to those following her study in France this summer and I am a little envious). Nope, we’re going to the GOYA Olympics (that would be Greek Orthodox Youth of America, not the beans): A couple … Continue reading
Toeing the lines, one blade of grass at a time
Basil is in mourning. The lawn mower died today. Yes, you read that correctly. It was an occasion that required several text-messages to me at work and an immediate trip to the hardware store. Alas, no proper replacement could be found in the short bit of time he had today, but trust me, he’s a … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 