Pushing on a Rope
Marriage
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
Striking a chord with some ties to the past
Those of you who live in Fairfield County and the surrounding area now know we had a little earthquake Friday night. At first I thought maybe it was the universe’s comment on the fact that Basil and I actually left the house for dinner out. Then, when we had those torrential rains and a tornado … Continue reading
The view from over the hill
You know, I joked about our ages a little earlier this week when I wrote about our 19th wedding anniversary (you can read that post here), but after last night, I think the joke may be on Basil and me. We went out to celebrate a bit, choosing a new burger place in town we’d … Continue reading
Push-me, pull-you — aka the working woman’s tango
Got an email reply from a colleague at 6-something this morning that started: “Wow, you’re up early.” Well, yeah. But that’s only because the laundry fairy, housecleaning genie and household manager didn’t show up. Again. And my wand isn’t working. But Basil and Catherine will tell you that my broomstick does. 😉
Toasting our next 25 years
Today is the 25th anniversary of our first date. It was a low-key affair — a trip to the local church fair wrangled after weeks of charming me behind the hostess station at the restaurant where I worked. He made conversation, we had a running gag about his variously patterned socks, he sent me slices … Continue reading
He had the look; thank goodness it’s gone!
If a normal picture is worth a thousand words, this one will keep you talking for years. I’ll give you a minute to take it in. Done? Good. This is my husband, then my boyfriend, in the late 1980s, wearing what was then his favorite shirt. Those white stripes? They are mesh. His chest hair … Continue reading
Be it ever so humble, there is no place … well, you know the rest
How quickly we adapt. I’m back from my work trip out West, 6,000 miles in three days and only a little worse for wear. I don’t understand how people travel constantly for work. It feels as though I’ve been hit by a bus. And though I managed to get through the workday and am still … 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
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
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 