All of you, of course are my favourites, for your good wishes for recovery. Eight days later the swelling and bruising is down by a half. The right wrist is the worst in terms of pain, hence the lack of knitting photos, plus the stitches are infected. What are you going to do? The answer…

Will be home very soon from our now dubbed "bruise cruise." I had good intentions of posting from our vacation which included my favorite spot, 1250 miles at sea in the middle of nowhere. But then I hit Hawaii. Literally. Hiking in Hana, face, shoulder, hands, wrists, knee and ankles met a bed of lava…

Famous last words of a parent-to-be upon spying in public a droopy diapered shoeless child. I've learned never to say never. I think I even have a picture of my firstborn that fits that description. I'll do her the favour of not scanning and posting it. There are blog nevers that I have, in fact,…

Once again, much like my wedding anniversary, I realized quite accidentally that I have missed the day of my blog anniversary. This time it's the 6th. I remember the first time. Ms.Sandy left the first comment. Of the original five blogging commenters, three are sill publishing. I find that encouraging despite the introduction of other…

Coming up on six years of blogging. Lots of life happened during that time – two and a half kids through college, three spousal hospitalizations, many tons of new paving stones and blocks surrounding our house and a total turnover of appliances. They don't make them like they used to, referring to the appliances, not…

That's my Gracee, she seems to love people and hate dogs. I blame it on a poor start in life, having been rescued, so to speak, when she was six months old. Our Gracee Mae never received early doggy socialization skills. No matter how hard we tried, her rough beginnings defeated our efforts. During her…

Love that title, which it the slogan for Fire Island, NY. Hadn't been on the Island since grade school maybe, but not much has changed. No cars allowed, 8 mph speed limit for bikes. We stayed in Lonelyville, where the streets are boardwalks:   The view from the rooftop deck of the house where we…

My date with blogland, that is. Apologies for my tardiness. Judging from the upswing in feedback, either more of you have returned from holidays or eating OCD struck a chord. I have more: When I eat cherries, I inspect the bowl for a good one and save that one for last. In this house we…

I have this thing about serving lasagna, for example, or brownies. I cut them in neat straight lines. God help you if you cut on the diagonal or jaggedly in my kitchen. Is it my need for orderliness in a disorganized world? An excuse to eat just a little more to make it even? My…

1975: 2010:    I don't know what it is about these pictures makes me so emotional. Rosie and I have known each other since 3rd grade and a lot of life has happened in the 35 years between these photos. Maybe that's it. All that potential, all that life experience. It's a bit overwhelming and…