According to any standard calendar, we have four seasons. This is such a basic fact, that I won't offend your intelligence by bothering to list them. Suffice it to say that there are 4 and each lasts approximately 3 months. While the calendar neatly divides the year into these quarters based on 2 factors which … Continue reading Different seasons
Category: musings
I’ve got a badge – and a glass of wine.
Well, guess who gets to be the bad cop? Yes, yes, I know, if the shoe fits, blah blah blah. Whatever. Give me a second, please, while I take another swig swallow sip of wine, ok? Exhale. Sigh. You know how kids like to play their parents, especially in divorce situations? Yes, you do, you … Continue reading I’ve got a badge – and a glass of wine.
Levels of exposure
Things have been a bit odd lately, to the point that I've been wondering about "being out there." In recent weeks, I've been busy, almost exhaustingly so. On more than one occasion, I've fantasized about getting that stomach bug everyone had so I could drop 5lbs and stay in bed for a couple of days. … Continue reading Levels of exposure
Burning memories
When I was 18, our house burned down. It was at a point in my life when I didn't have much, but everything I owned, other than 2 laundry baskets of dirty clothes which had been in my car, disappeared on a beautiful summer day. The memories of that day have faded, like the photos … Continue reading Burning memories
Comings and goings
Do you ever wonder why certain people enter our lives? The whole timing of the introduction of individuals, the circles overlapping for some random length of time, interests me and makes me wonder why some people come and stay, others come and are gone, and still others come and go repeatedly. What does it mean? … Continue reading Comings and goings
Not shaken or stirred, but blended
My 7 y/o is currently obsessed with James Bond. He gave up Star Wars at about the same time that George Lucas sold the galaxy to Disney. Coincidental? Perhaps. If you offer him something to drink, it is completely plausible that he will request a martini, shaken not stirred. It's adorable. Well, to me … Continue reading Not shaken or stirred, but blended
Ghosts of Christmases Past
Christmas always makes me feel melancholy. I don't think it is a lack of presents or cookies or family or traditions - I have as much of those things as I desire. Each year when this emotional deflation occurs, it surprises me. The unanticipated sobering, despite festive bubbles imbibed, seems to sneak up on me … Continue reading Ghosts of Christmases Past
