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Back in the good old days (that would be last year) I had great routines. They were fun and rewarding. So rewarding that it made house hunting for a smaller home difficult. I wanted to be close to my gym, … Continue reading
This morning my Starbucks mocha was only about two-thirds full. That happens when the barista puts too much foam on top and it fizzes out. If I get it with flat foam I feel cheated. It’s not a buck a … Continue reading
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I’m kind of an old person. I like to call it middle age but I’d have to live beyond 100 to be middle aged. The thing about old people is they don’t roll with punches without grumbling. Mostly. My walking … Continue reading
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Thankfulness – It’s funny what small things are big things when it comes to thankfulness. Yes I’d be delighted to win the lottery but in the past year or so I’ve discovered two small things that make my everyday life … Continue reading
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When I retired I worried about getting enough socialization. Released from the bonds of the corporate world, there wasn’t coffee pot conversations. I could decline activities easily. No meetings. No business trips. I do (mostly) what I want to do. … Continue reading
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I don’t have a lot today. It’s been a very emotional week in many ways. Because I’m an oversharer you will hear about it eventually. I can’t promise it won’t come as twaddle but it will be cathartic for me. … Continue reading
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Another side effect of aging – We have a fairly long driveway with a three to four foot strip of land that runs along the neighbor’s stone wall. It was a tough place for plants because it gets hot between … Continue reading
Serves me right! – After bragging about our drop in robocalls, we got one at 3 a.m. This is a very dark time. We were both jolted out of bed. Surely there was a death. Why else would someone call … Continue reading
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It’s not tragic, sad or over the top. I have a cooking disorder. It’s called “I can’t remember $h** when I’m cooking.” My mother had it too in her later life. I didn’t understand it until I got to that … Continue reading
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A whirlwind week – Why do things always pile up in the same week? When you make appointments months in advance, there is nothing going on. Then wam, bam, thank you ma’am, you’re overloaded. It was that kind of week. … Continue reading
