It’s the last day of March. The first was pleasant (though followed immediately by a blizzard) so technically today should be stormy but as far as I know only rain is predicted, an appropriate prelude to April. I hope that’s the worst we get because I’m off to London shortly for an extra “play day” [...]
Archive for March, 2008
out like a lamb?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged friends, housework, March, time, travel on March 31, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
TGIF
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cars, crossword, Friday, tgif, time on March 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I don’t really “thank god it’s Friday”. One day can be pretty much like another in my privileged existence and – if I have a favourite day – it would be Saturday which starts out with the New York Times Crossword over breakfast. This week, however, I do rather relish Friday as the housecleaning and [...]
Suddenly Thursday
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged arthritis, disability, housework, pain, pets, time on March 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Suddenly it’s Thursday and another week is slipping out of my grasp. They do that. Three thousand, one hundred and fifty-four of the damned things have gotten away from me so far (give or take a few since I can’t be bothered counting accurately from my last birthday). I’ve made pretty good use of many [...]
Jerked back to the present
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged coffee, power, time on March 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Had to get up and “awake” early this morning to accomplish my usual on line schedule before a “scheduled power outtage” here from 9:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. today. I used to be up and out by 6:00 and walking six miles every morning but that’s becoming a dim memory and there is not enough [...]
Hello world!
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 50's TV, fashion, role models on March 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
If you were raised in the 1950’s, you watched Father Knows Best, The Donna Reed Show, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin and I Love Lucy. With role models like Jane Wyatt and Donna Reed and an ambition to be like either Loretta Young or Holly Golightly, I’m not sure how I turned into a cross between Ethel [...]


