As 2017 closes to an end, temperatures outside are dropping degree by degree. And I'm feeling melancholy. Or is it sadness or depression (or holy crap, I still had a lot of stuff I wanted to do outside)? Yesterday, it was a whopping 18 degrees outside. As I was sitting in the sunshine coming through… Continue reading A 53-and-me degree of holiday cheer
Category: Adventures
Vows to varnish until death do us part
For some people, wedding vows follow the traditional verbiage. My husband and I did just that, so what's the big deal? In retrospect, (because we always see better that way right?) our vows were missing something. I'm not sure the priest would've known either or if he could've coached us to add anything at the… Continue reading Vows to varnish until death do us part
A gorge of sorts (oh, and some houses…)
'Tis the season to gorge on goodies, beverages, delicacies, presents, and decorations, etc. Wait...why presents and decorations? I know, I know...gorge, by definition, means fill oneself with food. Duh...but it's okay sometimes to stretch thoughts and make words work, right? As an empty nester, and a woman over the 52-year mark (why not just say 53?… Continue reading A gorge of sorts (oh, and some houses…)
Our saintly-cheeky cat – jokes on us
Our cat Tizzie is truly a devout cat. She is pious enough to stay quiet most of the time. As a cat who knows what cats should be like, she sits in her saintly manner often. But, she another side to her where she prefers to perch herself in a cheeky cat-like way throughout our house. She… Continue reading Our saintly-cheeky cat – jokes on us
An alarming relocate morning
What the heck is that sound ringing in the middle of my girlfriend's boyfriend's guitar solo? It doesn't go with the song? Why is it still playing? Oh crap, is that the alarm clock? Ringing at 3:45 am? I'm sort of awakened from my dream, but close my eyes again and start to drift off.… Continue reading An alarming relocate morning
Laundry patina has come a long way baby
I remember my grandma using our 1900's Cream City copper kettle when she was doing laundry. I was pretty young back then, but old enough to notice the level of depth doing the laundry represented. Imagine having to soak your clothes in a copper tub, use a washboard to scrub the clothes (not too hard,… Continue reading Laundry patina has come a long way baby