Last week I went to the Mt Holyoke College greenhouse show of spring bulbs. Like the show at Elizabeth Park in Hartford, it is an annual extravaganza of color and a real shot-in-the-arm for those of us that are more than ready for the end of winter. Just seeing all that color was intoxicating. The…
Last week I awoke to the lovely sound of a bird singing outside my bedroom window. It was so lovely to lie there contemplating the arrival of spring, and the end of winter here in New England. However, after a while it dawned on me that the bird song was uncharacteristically regular and sort of…
This past week I had the super fun experience of dealing with the death throes of a malfunctioning phone. On Wednesday, my perpetually cranky cordless phone really wigged out and would not allow me to exit the intercom function. I had hit the intercom button by accident, and though I had never before been involved…
Sometimes it really feels as if I am living in a time warp … you know, like some sort of weird worm hole has opened up and swallowed my time and left me with only the bits and pieces that weren’t prime. Father Time has a voracious appetite, but is at the same time a…
Going to the hairdresser to get your hair done has much in common with going to the dentist in that you sit in a strange and flexible chair covered with a bib, and put a lot of trust in a relative stranger’s ability to achieve a positive outcome. Thankfully the dentist has Novocain to ease…
I always imagined that Christmas trees are evidence that Old Man Winter has been nagged into submission by Mother Nature. Old Man Winter might be cold and frigid and undeniably unpleasant, but for this short time, he gets dressed up and turns out for holiday celebrations, looking his best at the insistence of Ms. Nature.…
Don’t you just love going to the dentist? I have to say that mine is a really nice guy and I have never been too fraught over my regular visits for cleaning and x-rays. However, I do admit to feeling a twinge of anxiety every time I go. What, I ask myself, will they find…
Many of you know that I am a bladder cancer survivor. And like many other cancer survivors I live with the dregs of chemo sloshing around in my veins and capillaries. I also live with an Indiana pouch … a neo-bladder made to replace my original model … and it is a daily challenge…
I am always amazed by the beauty of old front doors. They still call out to be admired, and are a testament to the days when one walked from one place to another and gathered intel as one went. Think about it … walking gives one the time to appreciate the front elevation of a…
Today it would seem despite appearances to the contrary, I am not actually awake. Oh sure, I am up and walking around. I have had my coffee, done my exercises, and taken my vitamins. I have started the laundry and returned calls, and made lists of things to do and watered the plants, and really…