I know my little saga started on a Wednesday, because that’s when The New York Times publishes the “Dining” section. It was my husband who saw the editorial about the gadget which promised to make the world’s best iced coffee. He knows how much I love iced coffee, right up there on my food list
This blog will be short and sweet because I have to run off to a doctor’s appointment. I don’t remember if it is the dermatologist or the opthamologist. I’ll have to consult my diary so I don’t wind up waiting an hour in the wrong office. I also have to check my wallet to make
It was my personal opinion that if your car had a GPS, your marriage had at least a fifty percent better chance of lasting than the national average. I confess that this conclusion was not based on a government-sponsored scientific research study, but rather on anecdotal evidence gathered from years of road trips with two
It is July and once again we have succumbed to the temptation of a summer rental. Apparently the seduction of a new experience was more powerful than the memory of our last rental. At that time we had fallen in love with a charming, rustic home on an island with beautiful beaches. At least I
I have mixed feelings about formal occasions. On one hand, it’s an opportunity to release my inner child and play dress-up. On the other hand, my outer “mature” adult cringes as it contemplates the possible necessity of Spanx or other constricting undergarments. Even the idea of panty hose makes me shudder. So when the invitation
I have a healthy relationship with food. I’m neither too thin nor too fat. I eat only when I’m hungry and try not to snack between meals. I believe I am what I eat. I eat this and not that. I heed the media medics. The wrong foods can cause brain shrinkage and heaven knows
They say that people start to resemble their pets. Or is it the other way around? Pets start to resemble their people. (“They” say so many things, who can keep it straight?) I don’t know if this adage is necessarily true in my case, but I wouldn’t mind if it was. My two dogs are
No one has ever accused me of being a fanatical housekeeper. On the Good Housekeeping scale of good housekeeping, with zero being first cousin to a Collyer brother, and 10 being genetically linked to Mommy Dearest, I would fall somewhere around a 6-34. The truth is, I’m comfortable with a certain amount of clutter. And
The sun is shining. The air is comfortably dry, definitely a good hair day. A slight breeze is blowing. Even before I step outside I can see nature’s glory through the windows and I smile. Then I frown. I frown because I suddenly recall the promise I made to myself early this morning just before
I had an experience recently, which was an eye-opener. Or I should say mouth-opener because it concerned a visit to the dentist. While dental visits are not on my list of top ten earthly delights, it was the only way I could think of to get a chronically loose crown reaffixed. All I had at
