I think I see what the problem is.

(File this one under I Am An Old Fart.) 
Last night I had the rare opportunity to sit down and watch a little TV, just to kill some time.  It’s not often that I get the TV and the remote all to myself, or for that matter have the house all to myself, but there I [...]

Read Full Post »

One week. Seven days.

School starts seven days from today. 
(boo!  hiss!) 
(Etc., etc.) 
While some parents would turn cartwheels over the thought of sending kids back to school, thus absolving them of responsibility for seven (or more) hours of the day, five days per week — I am not one of those parents. 
I am continually shaking my head at the fact that [...]

Read Full Post »

Things I know about myself but seem to be powerless to do anything about.

I have a rather uncomplicated relationship with food.  In short, I like to eat.  I like rich, fattening stuff, full-flavor stuff, bad-for-me stuff.  I’m not unusual in that respect, I know.  Every once in a while I like a light meal, but for the most part I want meat and potatoes.  Or pasta and bread.  [...]

Read Full Post »

Leaves of three, let it be.

Okay, show of hands here.  How many of us know the difference between poison ivy and Virginia creeper? 
(raises hand) 
Okay, a test. 
Which one is which? 
We have both in our yard, as evidenced by the many, many times my husband has come down with itchy whelps after doing yard work.  I know what poison ivy looks like.  [...]

Read Full Post »

Beware the language police.

I don’t ordinarily take offense to the vagaries of the English language, particularly as it is spoken in America, because (to paraphrase the great philosopher Popeye) you am who you am. 
But there is a particular verb in usage in today’s vernacular that sort of goes all through me, and I really don’t know why.  That [...]

Read Full Post »

Poor horsie.

When I am particularly upset, usually at my husband, I have a tendency to stew over whatever it is that makes me upset.  (Really.  It’s true.)  And in my stewing I sometimes have imaginary discussions with my husband, particularly if there is something I wish I would have said at the time.  (No one else [...]

Read Full Post »

Impending.

There is a point, late in every summer, in which I wake up one morning and realize that the birds are no longer singing. 
This is the point at which I know that fall is on its’ way. 
I don’t really mind fall, not too awful much.  You still have good weather, for the most part — [...]

Read Full Post »

My kingdom for a backpack.

Here we are at T-minus 16 days for school to start, and Spawn can’t decide on a backpack. 
I know it’s not uppermost in the kid’s mind, as school is the absolute last thing any of us wants to think about at this point.  But there it is. 
(Have I mentioned that I think school starts far [...]

Read Full Post »

It’s not a good idea to tell people you have a regular day off.

I’ve been working 4-day weeks for over a year now, mainly because my office hasn’t been busy enough to warrant my coming in.  It’s kind of a yay-boo joke, because one day less of work is one day less I get paid, and I get paid so little to begin with that it’s ridiculous. 
It’s nice [...]

Read Full Post »

Oh, crap, my mom’s on Facebook.

In this ever-shrinking world of ours, I guess it shouldn’t be too big of a surprise that my mother has received invitations to join Facebook.  I went over to my parents’ house on Sunday and set up her account, helped her to add friends, and put up a profile photo. 
She’s been marveling ever since at [...]

Read Full Post »