When Life Gives You Lemons. . .
Okay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostOkay, that’s a deceptive title. No need for lemonade-making here at the moment, except that we have an imminent departure of a beloved visitor on our horizon and she’s heading to that Land Where Lemons…
View PostSome recent random aperçus, or observations — not quite epiphanies, but bordering on — about this state of my retirement and my move through what some sociologists are calling Young Old Age (sometimes designated as…
View PostFive Things Friday I’m working my way through those lists. Back on track now with my fitness regime, at least. . . And I’ve buckled down to my revisions, working through a second draft. Pinched…
View PostThis Bluestocking (okay, they’re grey, but the term is used figuratively rather than literally) wants you to know that she’s off schedule thanks to last week’s travel. She’s currently grappling with lists — making them; ticking…
View PostIf you’ve been peeking at my Instagram feed, you might know that I’ve been in Portland, Oregon this week. Pater had meetings here, and I accompanied him in anticipation of playing flâneuse — and getting…
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