Category Archives: Humor
The Horrible, Though Imaginary, Family Secret
My maternal grandparents came to the US from Poland before World War I. They came separately – they didn’t meet until they were here for several years. As a matter of fact, my grandfather met and married someone else first, a young woman who died in the Great Influenza Pandemic of 1918. I don’t know …
I’ve Changed My Mind
About eight years ago, my husband and I moved to the country. Okay, not “country’ country. We’re one mile from the highway. But it’s a very second-rate highway. And there’s a sheep farm down the road. And watching those sheep, and driving around our little patch of rural Connecticut, I have been overcome with desire. …
I’m Exhausted
My exercise schedule is wearing me out. Not the exercise. The schedule. I readily admit that I am not the busiest person in the world. Every single person with a kid or a grandkid is busier than I am. But still. How in the world am I supposed to obtain a gorgeous body that my …
Eureka, Sort Of
Today I will meander through a couple of little stories, but eventually I will stroll on over to the point. When I was young I had a secret ambition (which I still have but I’m not young and it’s not a secret) to solve some great mystery. This desire started of course with Nancy Drew books. …
Dis-Stressing
Since I am committed to Improving My Perfections, it is probably not a surprise to you that I love Self-Help stuff. Books, articles, TV shows. I want to learn the True Secret of Eternal Happiness, and I am sure someone must have found it, and would like to make money off of it. And I …
Practically Perfect
When last we met (well, almost every time we’ve met), I discussed a few of my husband’s little quirks. It’s probably my laziest subject – there’s not much challenge here. He has so many quirks and I watch him – and them – incessantly. But fair is fair, so I figured I should now reveal …
Inherited Quirks
My mother-in-law raised her boy with a few of her little quirks. I think I have mentioned before (maybe five or six times) that he never throws anything away. When he gets a new J.C. Whitney catalog, he puts it right besides the seventeen old ones. When I gently (but perhaps not in my inside …
My Day Off
You know what’s almost as much fun as doing what you love to do? Doing what your spouse loves to do. Just kidding. Doing what my husband likes to do is usually awful. But once in a while I feel like I should. It’s not like it was part of my marriage vows or anything. …
I’m Taking It As A Compliment
I’m a late bloomer. Like really late. I was a cute kid, but in a weird-looking half-elf/half-orphan-from-Ellis-Island sort of cute. No one would have wanted to cast me in a commercial, although I was hankering strongly to be in one. “I can do that,” I said to my mother. “I can eat Wonder Bread. I …
The Best Book I Ever Read
Reblogged from notquiteold: We haven’t had much snow this Winter (Autumn, however, was ridiculous). We had a little snow last weekend, and as I looked out over the slope of our backyard, I thought about sledding. And the image of sledding always reminds me of… Annette Funicello. When I was about ten, I became friends …
