I went to the endocrinologist last week. During the late 60’s I had radiation treatments on my neck for severe childhood eczema, a therapy now related to a high incidence of thyroid cancer. Those of us formerly "irradiated children" need to go for regular ultrasounds to keep track of things. He opens the chart and…

The boy babe of my brood of three saw me taking an internet quiz "What kind of flower are you?" " Poison ivy," he quips. He is confident in his ability to make me laugh. Good thing, another time, another family, that response might elicit a swift smack across his currently valuable kisser. His father,…

OK, this morning I found myself saying I’m going to buy yarn for three more projects and then I’m going to stop." Right. I’ve heard that kind of thinking before. Many moons ago I used to work in a Methadone clinic.  Classic addictive behaviour. No disrespect to those suffering from chemical addiction, but the thinking…

It’s not the fact that I’m on Clapotis #3: It’s that colour rut thing happening again: I’m not complaining. Even though the colours are the same, the blending keeps it interesting. Guess who smells looks good, but feels miserable about it? What price glory? I think it’s the dumb bow that’s bugging her. Too bad…

A make out scene. My son, the 17 year old actor, is getting paid for up to three days, to utter two lines and make out with a girl. Up to three days at say, $555 a day. My friend’s husband has offered to do it for $500. Like a good mom I’ve checked with…

OK, all you English/speech teacher types, you know who you are, whine zone ahead. Doesn’t matter if you’re retired or working I’m sure you’ve noticed the newest trend in the spoken word. A number of years back it was up-talking that felt like nails on a chalkboard? Every sentence transformed into a question? Then "like"…

Let’s all sing along – those of you of a certain age will remember the tune: It’s my birthday I can buy what I want to, buy what I want to, buy what I want to, you could buy too…. Those were our lyrics on Saturday, Blogless Marsha and I. I didn’t really buy too…

I can’t believe it’s over, the seven day slumber party. As a group, the four of us have 40 years of history. The weather didn’t cooperate, but who cares? We spent a day at a flea market and one at St. Armand’s Circle in Sarasota. Donna forbade me to go home with the purse I’ve…

Hello from sunny Florida! Need I say more 🙂

I bought the yarn for my first Clapotis thinking how beautiful and original the colours appeared. Time to break out of my rut, never used those colours before. Or have I. Clapotis yarn, meet Lady Eleanor. And then there’s the Silk Garden Poncho from way back when. Even the bugs in my garden are fitting…