I slept later than I had in months, if not years. I think it must have been a combination of the comforting sound of longed for rain and emotional exhaustion that caused me to roll over and see, to my surprise, that it was nearly 9:00. That doesn’t happen often around here. In the past … Continue reading Carry me away
Twenty-five years ago I went to Italy for the first time. It was my honeymoon and we intended to spend a couple of days in the Lake Como area as part of our five week trip. We were about 2 weeks into our vacation, having already visited rainy Ireland and soggy Germany, when we drove … Continue reading My first focaccia
Thursday afternoon Jeter and I took our last trip to Albany Muni in my Volvo. When we got there the odometer read 149,999 and it just seemed perfect. Truth be told, I was tempted to drive around the lot until the numbers rolled (figuratively) to 150,000 but it seemed too forced, and Jeter wouldn’t have … Continue reading Last ride
Believe it or not, DelSo is nearly ten years old. It’s been a pretty interesting run for me. Writing and sharing my life with people who take in my words, without looking in my eyes, is a sometimes odd experience. My original concept, an inspired idea without much planning (aka The Silvia Story), was a … Continue reading Catch up!
Or, The Story of the 35th Anniversary of My 18th Birthday, Jersey Shore Style I sought this photo out for a post over at CivMix and every time I look at it, I can’t help but smile. What in the world gave that high school dropout with zero prospects the nerve to look over her … Continue reading Jersey girl birthday
I’ve had a really busy month. There was a wedding in Buffalo, a weekend wine fest in Rhinebeck and two Albany events last Saturday. I’m not complaining about the state of my social/work calendar at all, but I do feel as though Jeter has been a little neglected recently and I can’t coast on his … Continue reading Bozen Kill Preserve
As of mid morning on Monday my hair still smelled like woodsmoke from Saturday night’s bonfire on Herring Cove beach. I washed it later in the day, but delaying the shampooing allowed the odor to linger in a lame attempt to cling to the week I had just spent at the Cape. It ended too … Continue reading (Not) Letting go