Pushing on a Rope
Funny!
Where in the world is Basil?
Some of you read my weekend post, which featured a very silly picture of Basil doing a handstand next to the Nantucket Light on our honeymoon. The photo tickled me no end; I’d forgotten about its existence until I stumbled on it during a trip through old albums. But it didn’t make me laugh nearly … Continue reading
You light up my life
Some bloggers run photo posts titled Wordless Wednesday or Flashback Thursday. Today I present my own trip down memory lane. Once you get a look at it, you’ll understand why this post couldn’t wait until Wednesday. And also why there are few words to be said about this image. Except to note that this is … Continue reading
All it’s cracked up to be
As I’ve said many times before, I rely on humor to get me through. Whether it’s in the wake of near disaster (read about that here, here or here) or to navigate the mundane — like this, the ridiculous (like this event here) or some other nonsense (like those two different shoes, which are still dogging me), … Continue reading
It’s all fun and games until the spaghetti hits the floor
It’s funny how life comes full circle. This weekend I’ll be busing tables at our church fair, and 30 years ago I was busing tables, at The Tarry Lodge, a landmark family restaurant in Port Chester, NY, where I grew up. (It’s now a chi-chi place run by Mario Batali, but when I was a … Continue reading
The train gang and other New York moments
Yesterday afternoon’s entertainment started long before we ever reached New York to see “The Book of Mormon.” As is so often the case, the train ride there and back provided good people-watching and “shake my head” moments. We lucked out going in, and got to ride in one of the new trains. But even the … Continue reading
Stupid like a fox
As I dragged my sweaty, exhausted self in from teaching Jazzercise just now, Basil greeted me so excited I thought maybe he’d gotten a big buyout from work, won the Publisher’s Clearinghouse sweepstakes, found a third ’60s rocker’s photo in one of the boxes in the garage, or bought another new lawn-care thingamawhoozy. “You’ve got … Continue reading
That was some, er, feet
There’s an old saw that says you should walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, but you couldn’t have gotten very far in mine today. I took a quick break in the middle of the day to swing by the high school and drop off Catherine’s Epi-Pen and inhaler. She tagged along, eager to peek … Continue reading
Messages straight from the heart
Love is in the air here at the Vaneches. The past two days have brought two unexpected emotion-packed declarations. The first noteworthy moment happened Thursday and involved Catherine — not in the way you might think. She’d returned to ESF Camp for the end-of-summer Family Fling, two weeks after her counselor in training program ended, … Continue reading
Surviving a mother of a shopping trip
It’s time for the kids to go back to school. That’s my takeaway from an early afternoon trip to the market. I no sooner set foot in the door then I wanted out. It was a madhouse — not my preferred time to shop, but you do what you must do. The inside of our … Continue reading
Picture this
It’s easy, if you have a blog, to get caught up in your stats. How many people are reading? What are they reading? WordPress makes it easy to track all this, and even includes a little thing on the analytics dashboard that tells you where people are reading from (I get a surprising number of … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 