Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
Hudson River Schooled
You know that saying, “You can’t go home again”? I can’t — not to my first apartment anyway. Yesterday afternoon, Basil and I shirked our many household responsibilities and went for a Sunday drive, back to the river towns in Westchester, NY, where I lived and worked for a time. It was fun seeing the sites … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Storm of the Century
Flashback two years to the buildup to Superstorm Sandy. As it barreled toward us in the tri-state area, the newscasters had a bit of fun with her name. She was the Superstorm, The Frankenstorm, and then, finally, just Sandy — clever moniker no longer needed in the wake of the devastation she leveled on the … Continue reading
This Chore Blows! Or Basil and the Mighty Wind
Obviously, it’s a Mars-Venus thing. Having decided it was high time to clean behind the furniture, I set Basil up with the vacuum and instructions to move the bureaus and radiator cover in our bedroom as he worked. Then I climbed back upstairs to “my” desk to finish my work day, and listened as he worked … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — High School Reunion
Flashing back today 30 years. The picture doesn’t look that old? Well, the people are. Last weekend, a few of us from the Port Chester High School Class of 1984 got off Facebook and gathered for a few hours to relive old times. It’s safe to say that, gray hair aside, not much has changed … Continue reading
Tall tale
You never know when your next good laugh might be. I had mine last night, talking with Michele, the Quality Control gal who had watched my yearly Jazzercise evaluation video. It was something of a nail-biter, recording the class, hoping the iPad worked, that I was doing everything I was supposed to, that the set was … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Happy birthday, Mom!
In honor of my mother, Ginger’s, birthday, we’re flashing back today to, well … the exact date isn’t important. Isn’t it a fun picture? She may weigh in with a different view. I know, for example, that that snazzy bow has a less-than-thrilling back story. I don’t know what the occasion for this photo was, but … Continue reading
Our very own game of ‘telephone’
Everyone keeps asking how the transition to empty nest is going. Truthfully, it’s fine. We’re settling in to our own new routines and keeping plenty busy. That we can listen to our own music and watch our own television programs uninterrupted, in a house that isn’t dotted with every possible variety of teenage detritus is … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 