During my run the other night I got to thinking about a new building being constructed on New Scotland Avenue. I think the previous building on this particular lot was affiliated with a house of worship, and this new construction is a church, I believe. What strikes me each time I run by, is the … Continue reading (Comm)unity doesn’t mean monopoly
Tag: musings
When Thanksgiving became Independence Day
Many years ago, pre-children, I remember discussing the merits of instructing children to cross only at the green vs. teaching them how to jaywalk intelligently. Their father and I agreed that the latter was the ideal and vowed to do exactly that when we eventually had a family. I thought about this conversation during my … Continue reading When Thanksgiving became Independence Day
Service Veterans
I was thinking recently about how the two servers I generally work with are a combined age that is equal to my own. How funny is that? I'm sure there are people who would be unhappy about being the oldest employee in a particular business, but it honestly doesn't bother me. I feel fortunate to … Continue reading Service Veterans
Don’t fence me in
Running around my neighborhood and the Whitehall Road area, I notice things. It is amazing how no two runs are exactly the same because there's always something new or different to mentally note. We've been so fortunate that all of the additions (The Cheese Traveler, All Good Bakers, the newish branch of the public library, … Continue reading Don’t fence me in
It is what it is and other recent words
I've been called a "word girl" more than once in my life, a description I can't, and don't want to, deny. Words mean a lot to me and I place a tremendous importance upon them. I love the way the perfect word can illustrate a point with vividness and accuracy. Words can be satisfying, they … Continue reading It is what it is and other recent words
Closing and opening a door
I said something to a friend the other night about how I don't know how to fix things, I just learn to adapt to them. At the time, I was speaking explicitly about my wonky door which doesn't close firmly unless you futz with it. Wonky and futz are technical terms, obviously. When the words … Continue reading Closing and opening a door
Why does “fit” sound like “fat” to me?
For awhile I kept hearing that I was too thin. It both disturbed and delighted me. Don't get me wrong, I am a healthy eater and borderline obsessive exerciser, yet I don't deny my body either food or rest. But there's something about being thin that feels powerful, in charge, in control. I grew up … Continue reading Why does “fit” sound like “fat” to me?
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