About two years ago I was planning to go on a trip to the East Coast for my 50th High School Reunion. We planned to have household help (normally here twice a week during the day for a few hours) here at suppertime and overnight to make dinners and keep Mom company. To that end …
Yes indeed. My entire neighborhood is under assault by several of these: I hope I’ll be able to get out of the house after 3:30pm, which is what the barricade signs say. I have my doubts. I’ve written the monthly checks while trapped inside, so our creditors will be pleased.
Several things have happened since I last wrote here. First, the physical therapist has given me several more exercises, and when I remember to do them they seem to work pretty well. I’m walking with little (but not no) pain, and I’m capable of running my own errands. Meanwhile, the refrigerator had a drip problem …
Four weeks ago, after the hollowed-out coral tree was taken down, the little baby coral emerging from the stump chips on the right remained. Today it looks like this: Mother Nature doesn’t mess around, does she? I’m hearing the little tree saying to us “Now that you’ve gotten rid of that dying old man, see …
That’s not strictly true. Since the oven door latch broke back on April 26 I’ve been able to bake in it, but I’ve been very cautious and nervous about closing the door. After a false start two weeks ago when the replacement latch assembly arrived in an unpadded package with the predictable result (it was …
The Sears guys came to fix the broken latch on the oven door today. They didn’t really fix anything, however. They fooled with it for a few minutes and talked to one another. The senior guy took his hand off the door and it quietly closed all the way as it’s supposed to. I pointed …
Tonight I lost a dinner of shrimp and fries to maybe the weirdest thing I’ve ever had happen in my kitchen. The food was on a baking sheet in the oven. The oven timer went off, so I started to press the “off” button on the control panel membrane and the door latch engaged. I …
I bought a 19-inch TV (Price: $73) for the bedroom. The thing barely fits on the riser (I had to put it on a riser because there’s not enough space on top of the stereo cabinet to put a TV and a cable box side-by-side), but it does. I probably shouldn’t get a cat, since …
This is similar to what I have seen when entering or descending the escalator to my local mall’s Sears store at ground level. I would swear it was like this as recently as last week. No more. It’s gone from this to this There were two televisions on display, and I was told I shouldn’t …
At the risk of being judged insignificantly discerning about our fast food choices, I have a tale to relate. Occasionally we are (okay, I am) not interested in cooking dinner. This can occur because of my exhaustive labors during the day, my forgetfulness about thawing something from the freezer, or because nothing in the pantry …