I am sitting in my fave chair. My adult son just told me over the phone how to unfreeze my laptop (turn it off and then back on). I can hear the squeak, squeak, squeak of the swings in the park next to me. The windows are open just enough to let in fresh air… Continue reading It Must Be Getting Close to Summer when . . .
Zest is an ingredient in cooking. It’s the outer peel of lemons, limes, or oranges that is scraped into the recipe for a touch of flavor. Zest is a touch of flavor in your life, too. It can be a spicy taco, a spicy dance or a spicy date. It is an exhilarating walk in… Continue reading Z is for Zesty
Today the contractor finished my kitchen. It’s been eleven weeks since he started. He said six weeks but to add two. I didn’t say anything when he took off two days to go to the dentist, one day for the tree trimmer guys, one day for the DMV, two days for some shower liner workshop,… Continue reading Y is for YORYKO (you only remodel your kitchen once)
X-ray seems like a cop-out for the letter x. There aren’t many words that start with x – Xenia, X marks the spot, and xenophobia. None of that moved me. So I am writing about the old standby – x-ray. I really did have an x-ray this week, yesterday actually. It was a bone density… Continue reading X is for DEXA X-ray
What expression works for so many different situations? For me, it’s Woo hoo. Your girlfriend is getting married? Woo hoo! Your other girlfriend wants to meet on Thursday night for drinks and dancing? Woo hoo! Your worker woman cut all the tree branches hanging over your roof? Woo hoo! Her daughter learned what 6 x… Continue reading W is for Woo Hoo
Okay, so I’m not a complete techno-phobe, but I did come late to the party with smart phones. I still had a flip phone in 2013 when it broke on my Aspen trip. The Verizon guy in Aspen looked at it (it didn’t flip anymore) and said, “We don’t have those.” Of course not. It… Continue reading U is for Undo
When thinking of a post that starts with v, the most obvious choices would be vacation or victory. I haven’t had either in quite a while, so I had to dig deeper– way back, in fact, to my college days. I went to school in Ames, Iowa, and long about my junior year, a new… Continue reading V is for Veritable Quandary