Before I begin, I think it’s important that I disambiguate my chosen title. (Note: I could have used the word “clarify,” but who knows when another opportunity might arise to use a five-syllable word.) The title is not meant to refer to William Perry, the Chicago Bears defensive tackle who was so big that he
One of the goals of retirement, at least for women, is to maintain a spotless kitchen. Current research has shown that the best way to accomplish this is to avoid cooking whenever possible. Here in South Florida, as I’m sure in other sunny places where Snowbirds perch, we take these findings very seriously. So, instead
It's May, the merry month of May, or so says one of the musical numbers from the show "Camelot." But for me, May is the time to release my hidden OCD as we prepare to move north. You'd think that after more than twenty years of this migratory pattern, I'd have the routine down
(with apologies to Virginia Woolf) In 1928, in a lecture at Oxbridge, Virginia Woolf stated that in order for a woman to write (fiction) “a woman must have money and a room of one’s own.” The financial aspect was to provide a woman with a degree of independence, and the room to provide a space
“A picture is worth a thousand words.” Or in this case, an illustrated excuse as to why there is no blog today! (Our new Florida home sweet home.)
Remaining mostly at home during this past year of COVID-19 has opened my eyes to many things. Some of which I would rather have not seen. For example, the dust bunnies under my bed. Or the water spots that accumulate way too frequently on the shower door. And the grease that hides in the crevices
We just sold our house! I regard this event with both sadness and relief. Sadness because when we purchased this ugly duckling 11 years ago, together we transformed it into the beautiful swan it is today. Our blood, sweat, and tears, not to mention cash, went into each tile, each light fixture, each plant
When it comes to decluttering, the world seems to consist of two types of people: those who are able to divest themselves of inanimate objects once they’ve outlived their usefulness, and those who would sentimentally cling to an old rubber band. Darned if I know why letting go of things is so difficult for some people,
I hope you’re not angry with me because I haven’t invited you to dinner lately. I’m aware that you have had us over a couple of times, and I have not reciprocated. The truth is, I would love to. But there is a major problem. I no longer have a dining table. You see, my
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
