Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
When was the last time you went shopping for shorts? Personally, I think it’s been a while because what I’m seeing, in the very limited number of stores I’ve visited, has been more than a little surprising. First - the styles I’m seeing are not particularly appealing. Either they’re too short, too bougie or too … Continue reading Coming up short
One of the things I’ve recently noticed about my personal aging process, is that my coloring has changed. My hair, eyes and skin tone have all evolved into new and unexpected shades. I think the most dramatic alteration for me to accept and internalize has been the gradual change in my hair color. I am … Continue reading True colors
I kind of pride myself on having my shit together. From my earliest days, I was trained to be responsible and self sufficient, lessons I internalized and incorporated into my everyday life. Keeping my space tidy, paying my bills on time and being aware of the location of important items are ingrained in me. Which … Continue reading Losing it
When I travel to Dublin I do my best to get in a visit with my father at his place of residence since 1984, Deansgrange Cemetery. Last year’s trip to Ireland left me no opportunity to get there, so I made certain I would manage it this year. Last Friday was the day. I made … Continue reading Tea with my Dad
If you’re anything like me, you’ve had just about enough of this lingering winter. The few days of sunshine and relative warmth, sometimes even occurring concurrently, have been a mean tease, rather than a reliable harbinger of true spring. I’m over it. I want to wear sandals and dresses and tops that bare my shoulders. … Continue reading When you wake to a snowy April morning
It’s been about 6 weeks since I retired and it feels like I’m finding my flow. Daytime yoga classes and evenings at the restaurant have become my new normal and I’m truly enjoying both. I’m even growing comfortable with walking Jeter in the late morning without feeling as if I’m doing something illicit and I … Continue reading Working (at) retirement
“I’m retired,” doesn’t exactly roll off of my tongue yet. Especially not when I’m still waiting for just one person to respond with, “you can’t possibly be old enough to retire!” In the midst of my second week of this new life chapter, I’ve got some observations - and some questions. Week One was a … Continue reading What day is it?
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