thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
I was at the grocery store this weekend, negotiating a chicken purchase with the butcher. I have an unhealthy attitude towards chicken. I hoard it. I can’t pass up a chicken sale even when the freezer is so stuffed with it that breasts, boneless, skinless and otherwise, repeatedly fall on the foot of the poor … Read more
Last spring I told The Big Daddy that our social life was in serious need of some energy. Too many weekends doing nothing and then falling asleep on the couch was making us boring. Not a week later he came home and joyfully announced, “Honey, the social calendar just got an engagement. We are invited … Read more
In my lifetime, it started with the very handsome President Kennedy who was known in his inner circle for his wandering eye. There was the “blue dress” saga, and when the detailed Starr report was published in the newspaper our elderly ex-nurse neighbor came over in shock. “I worked for years in a hospital and … Read more
I was nagged into gardening by my friend, and my first garden was a little plot next to the garage that The Big Daddy dug for me as a mother’s day present. By most gardener’s standards it was miniscule, but it was where I practiced until we dug a bigger garden right outside the front … Read more
Two years ago when we were home for Christmas, Mom put the squeeze on Mark and I to visit my Uncle Paul in the nursing home. The wound he had from a recent surgery was not healing like it should, and since he lives alone it was suggested that he take advantage of his Medicare … Read more
The Big Daddy is a smart guy. A real smart guy. Sometimes when he talks to me about protein folding, I wonder how his brain can hold so much information while my claim to fame is solving puzzles on Wheel of Fortune and figuring out percent off in my head. He often gives lectures to … Read more
I went to the post office Friday which has to be my least favorite thing to do, but remarkably the line wasn’t out the door. There was only one couple at the counter. a Muslim couple, and they were having a communication failure with the postal clerk. She couldn’t understand where they wanted to send … Read more
When my kids were young, I didn’t buy into the let’s-keep-the-kids-real-busy camp. We tried soccer with Maggie and she was so painfully shy when she was young that she cried and cried at the thought of getting out on a field in front of all those people. Will didn’t fare much better. We didn’t even … Read more
A month after Maggie and Nate got married, my nephew Patrick married Sabrina and so we headed to Indiana for the nuptials. Since none of us were in the wedding and needn’t be at the rehearsal dinner the night before, my sister Ann and her husband had us over for beer and pizza along with … Read more