My grandmother was a dressmaker. I’m not. She taught me how to sew, and I did sew because I liked having cool clothes. I still do like cool clothes, but I gave up sewing decades ago for the ease of … Continue reading
Jill Zeller
I’ve been “at the movies” my entire life. It’s a terminal obsession, rather and eternal obsession of which I will never be free nor do I want to be. Funny, though during our plague isolation I haven’t watched that many. … Continue reading
The husband, poet and thus master of acerbic one-liners, finally has a Twitter page after I pestered him about it. His most recent tweet regarded his dismay that, even though we are homebodies anyway, sheltering-in-place being a lifestyle we embrace, … Continue reading
I just got a text from close friend in Seattle. Her husband, one of my very close friends, is in full remission from leukemia—and as a result of timing, his transplanted cells have not recovered adequate immunity. She and her … Continue reading
“With the exception of rabies vaccine, the U.S. Department of Agriculture doesn’t require data beyond one year for any vaccine” – www.nbcnews.com How come? As a health professional, I support regular vaccinations for humans. (Don’t get me started . . … Continue reading
Reportage of yet another spirited conversation with the husband. This time, I commented on a New Yorker piece that he said I would like. I did like it. This is a profile of Jake Fiennes. Yes, that family. Joseph is … Continue reading
Both are on my mind as I walk through the neighborhood on a weirdly warm, sunny day in February. Albany, Oregon is a great walking town and generally quite chilly and damp at this time of year. Icy, too. But … Continue reading
Today we brought home a new couch from Ikea. It’s one of those pert little foldout day bed types, ridiculously easy to set up and not too heavy for a couple of geezers to haul up the stairs. This blog … Continue reading
That’s what we did last Saturday—something interesting. For something to be interesting, it doesn’t have to be a happy experience. I think things that one does rarely, or goes through for the first time—like the death of a friend, or … Continue reading
Today’s blog subject has the potential of shunting me off on many tangents because my “flight of ideas” disorder, (recognized to following generations as “attention deficit disorder”) often compels me to explore all the forks in the roads. I will … Continue reading