Ready or not, feeling the cool fall breeze is a subtle enough reminder that the seasons are changing yet again. This morning our thermostat indicated it's 24 degrees outside at 4 am. Oh, my, no, I'm not quite ready for it. I let out a sigh. Yes, it's fall indeed. A caressing touch of my… Continue reading When enough is enough
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Over 100 days and still not done?
We've (Mr. more than me) spent well over 100 hours on apartment renovations over the almost 20 years we've owned them. We've done some major work. Sometimes, it's just a quick clean, and re-rent kind of deal. We love those times. Who wouldn't? I know I love the charm of some of our places, especially… Continue reading Over 100 days and still not done?
Nah, I’ll pass on eating potatoes every day
Growing up in Northern Wisconsin, Kitchen Kleen Russet Potatoes were a staple in our pantry. Every good mom made meat and potatoes for dinner. And replenished the supply of them via purchases from the stacks of 3 - 5 - 10 - 20-pound bags in the produce section of stores. They were always plentiful. Still… Continue reading Nah, I’ll pass on eating potatoes every day
But what about the nose pickers?
As an empty-nester, not yet a grandparent, I'm enjoying not having to be faced with tough decisions about kids going back to school or not. I don't envy those who are going through it. But, that doesn't prevent me from wondering what I would be thinking and considering as we get closer to the start… Continue reading But what about the nose pickers?
The week we became negative 91 percenters
Why have I been MIA since I posted last Saturday? Well, that's a funny story, in a weird kind of way. It was the day I headed into becoming a tiny spot on the recording charts of COVID-19 testing. Unlike my little dog Copper with energy to run in the yard, that morning, I struggled… Continue reading The week we became negative 91 percenters
More than just corny thoughts about life
More and more each day, amidst this ever-growing messy pandemic scene, I feel as though I've lost my sense of self in a weird and distorted kind of way. When I try to blend into the background of conflicting messages being shared - I feel like an innocent wildflower reaching for something to make sense… Continue reading More than just corny thoughts about life