Pushing on a Rope
Terri S. Vanech
Not by bread alone
I never know quite what feedback to expect when I post a blog: Laughter? Snarky comments? The sound of crickets? All of the above? Yesterday, my blogging efforts were recognized in the most incredible way: Having read about our new toaster, our neighbor, Nancy, baked us a loaf of bread so the appliance would have … Continue reading
I’m Toast
The many ways in which men and women think differently never cease to amaze me. Take appliances. In our never-ending spate of kitchenware giving up the ghost, the toaster died. As Basil would say, it didn’t owe us anything. I think we’ve had it all 20 of the years we are married, and honestly, I … Continue reading
Throwback Thursday — Boo to You!
Happy Halloween! Here’s a look back at one of my old costumes. Not sure what year this is, but I remember being very excited about wearing the earrings — and the wings! Can you see the wings in the picture? I can see, too, Mom has us both bundled up against the fall chill under … Continue reading
Can’t shake the ghost of Halloweens past
You never know what might cause consternation around here. This week there is abject despair because I won’t be manning the door on Halloween. I’ll be teaching body sculpting on Thursday, so Catherine must step up to the plate. Somehow, this is a big deal. Not quite a problem, but a reason to opine, as … Continue reading
Flashback Friday — Pile on the Fun
As we prepare for the annual Vanech Family Leaf Removal Operation, I automatically reach for this photo: It was taken the first autumn after we moved in — back when all those chores were exciting because they were new and OURS. (It was also back when Catherine would happily grab a rake or shovel and … Continue reading
In Concert
First choral concert of the new year last night at Greenwich High and the kids are already killing it, practicing hard on their way to February’s trip to Hawaii. I can’t help but think back to the elementary school concerts and — a few of my readers will surely remember — the singing sessions at … Continue reading
Still young at heart
How could you possibly dislike a woman who introduces herself by making sure you know she never dated your husband? So went my introduction to Kirstie, a lovely classmate of Basil’s I met last night at the first of a weekend’s worth of reunion activities for the GHS Class of ’73. Here’s a picture of … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 