I have moments when I wonder if the end is nigh.
2020 has felt like a dumpster fire.
A giant game of Calamity Bingo. Continue reading “Is 2020 less a dumpster fire than a magnifying glass?”
Category: flotsam
Malfunctions
So, the washer died. Again. Last time my wonderful BIL fixed it for me. His fix was still in place of course, but now something else was wrong. (Sigh) Continue reading “Malfunctions”
Early June morning
It’s too early. My earliest alarm – the optimistic, maybe-I’ll-get-a-long-workout / at-least-I’ll-be-awake-to-hear-the-next-alarm alarm – won’t go off for another half hour. Continue reading “Early June morning”
Egad
A Saturday morning. The text says Peapod is on its way. We’re contactless for the moment so I pop out to leave the tip envelope at the mat outside.
The knock at the door tells me the driver is there. I knock on the window and wave, as he’s walking away.
He turns back to talk to me. He’s wearing a mask, as one should. I open the window to hear.
He explains that there is something in his truck that has spilled and smells bad. He says it seems like someone spilled vinegar or something in one of the bins. It turns out it was my bin, he says, so the bags were sitting in that; you won’t want to bring them into your house; you’ll want to unpack them outside.
I thank him for the warning.
When he walks away, I step outside to get started and it’s immediately apparent what he referred to. Continue reading “Egad”
Five things I learned today
- A serving size of tortilla chips is about 7 chips.
- It takes quite a few containers to separate units of 7 tortilla chips at a time (if, for instance, the only way for me to live alone in the house with tortilla chips is to separate them into serving sizes). Continue reading “Five things I learned today”
Afterburn – Memorial Day Sunday
I woke up sore, and not sure at first how that happened.
Oh, right. Yardwork yesterday. A few yoga stretches had been no match for that. Continue reading “Afterburn – Memorial Day Sunday”
Can it be nap time?
After the work week from H-E-double-hockey sticks, I went to bed crazy early and then slept late.
When I dragged myself out of bed, I dressed for my workout, but rather than go straight to that task, I made coffee. I was sipping my first cup when dad called; he had a couple of bags of mulch for me. Continue reading “Can it be nap time?”
A river runs through it
There’s a swale in my back yard.
It runs from the neighbors at right, under the deck by the pond, in front of my shed (where I installed a dry well to further help with drainage), to my neighbors at left. Who Continue reading “A river runs through it”
I still arrive late for church
Growing up – back in the days (gasp) before cell-phones and always-on communication, to be late to meet my parents was to send them into a spiral of worry. And that meant Trouble.
My sister and I learned not to be late. We at least learned not to be late without first calling to say so.
An expected hour late is less painful for the person waiting than 2 minutes of dear Lord what’s happening where are they??? Continue reading “I still arrive late for church”
Tending to the unseen (outside and in)
Beyond my fence, is a little strip of land that’s technically public property – there’s a sidewalk and guardrail and whatnot out there.
It’s not mine. Or if it is, being outside the fence, it’s not top of mind. I don’t see it, unless I want to. Continue reading “Tending to the unseen (outside and in)”
