Pushing on a Rope
Rope-worthy
You can’t touch that dial
Right now in our house, several piles of Basil’s cleaned and folded laundry have sat for days collecting dust while they wait to be tucked in the bureau. At least three pairs of his shoes silently mark their most recent steps. Mail towers in several clumps — on the buffet, scattered on the desk upstairs, … Continue reading
The Fresh Princess of Old Greenwich
Remember how I started this year a little worried about getting stopped to or from the New Year’s Day Pajama Party Jazzercise class I helped teach? I had worn my PJs (and a sports bra!) to class, used my fuzzy robe in place of a coat and was halfway across Stamford, CT, when it occurred … Continue reading
Snow way!
Forget about finding Nemo. Nemo found us … and has figured out a way to stay awhile. Oh it’s not what you think. We handled the snow rather well, as this photo shows. After fueling up with a hearty breakfast early this morning, we suited up, grabbed shovels and hit the driveway. Even Catherine participated … Continue reading
Aloha eh?
There is no justice in this world. Remember last spring how Catherine and Basil went to DisneyWorld with the Greenwich High choral groups? Remember how they left me behind on account of how embarrassing I can be? Catherine begged me not to volunteer for chaperone duty, but all but volunteered Basil when the chorus director said … Continue reading
Time to take note … and maybe leave with it
Followers of this blog know I arrived at midlife with a vow to live out loud. This was a big step for me. Up til then, unless I knew you very well, I was generally a mouse, followed the rules, avoided new experiences and tried to be as low maintenance as possible. That changed in … Continue reading
A whole different ball game
Church league volleyball game today, but like so much of life, it didn’t turn out as planned. The Archangels girls got to Bridgeport on time, warmed up with their Holy Trinity counterparts and waited. And waited. And then waited some more. The ref didn’t show. Rather than squander the opportunity, though, both sides agreed to … Continue reading
I can see clearly now
Ahem. Drum roll please. I’m now a proud resigned wearer of progressive lenses. And son of a gun if I can’t actually see! I haven’t done that stupid game of pushing glasses down my nose or up on my head since Wednesday night when I picked these up. And while I haven’t tried to teach … Continue reading
I’m not hanging out my shingle
Nearly everyone around me is coughing, hacking, coping with runny noses and sore throats, battling the flu or a stomach bug. And where once I would have been a lemming for fear of standing out, these days, I am my own person. And it seems I have shingles. Not the kind on the roof, although … Continue reading
Eye, eye ma’am
This story is bound to get progressively funnier — to someone anyway. It seems the time has come — can I get a drum roll? — for progressive lenses. In a few more days, I will no longer have to play that weird game with my glasses so I can read a book, newspaper or … Continue reading
New year, new me
Are you making any resolutions? I used to. Back when I was a kid, I regularly resolved to be better about listening to my parents (probably lasted about a day) be nicer to my sister (might have lasted an hour) exercise (maybe took two long walks? How ironic that I am now a fitness instructor!) … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 