Choosing a bike seat is like choosing a pillow. You may wax poetic. Or not. I don’t much mind. I did have some worry about a narrow unpadded seat. But I got used to it. Really! Someone else I know has a great deal of problems choosing – seats and pillows. The closet overflows with failed experiments in foam pillows. Tender, firm, hard, or soft, no matter. We constantly switch back and forth, in and out. It’s dizzying. Seat? Bicycle seat? Princess and the Pea? We go through seats every time we see a new model. Wide enough? Or not? It doesn’t matter. It’s a quest! The holy (grail) seat! Ah! This time I found one. No complaints for at least 8 rides. I got my fingers crossed…. toes too! Yes! We have settled upon a pillow too. Oh happy day!!! We have closets overflowing with pillows and by my last count there are at least five spare seats. Oh!… I exaggerate! Not!
You live with them never quite knowing how many there are. They eat mosquitoes… the enemy of my enemy… The morning dew had not lifted yet. Wow! We have spiders! I wish they’d eat more mosquitoes. I have three citronella candles, three citronella plants, home made mosquito remedy – cheap beer, peppermint mouthwash, and Epsom salt – and real chemical bug spray. Nah! None of it works.
Spice and Elle (below) are cats that “go ‘round and ‘round.” When Spice first came to live, Elle would hiss and terrorize her. They still do not get along like buddies. It’s always fun to watch one ambush the other. Well, at least I think it’s fascinating. No one ever seems to come to harm. Aren’t they just playing?
Spice was tiny enough to fit in the bathroom sink with her sister Feather. No longer, she fills the sink by herself and is considerably larger than Elle. Elle doesn’t seem to know she’s smaller. She makes up for it all in her attitude. No fear!
You dream of snowy days when you go skiing. It happens rarely enough that I dream of it. Oh, the powder, and, to ski on freshly fallen snow, the skis just shushing along quietly carving a turn…. We would rent a ski place for a long weekend and everyone brought stuff (groceries). Where do you put your bananas? I laughed when I came across this slide. Yeah, it was pretty practical…and funny.
We were a considerate lot. Everyone chipped in and brought food. Hence, two sets of bananas here… Dinner in or out? I remember one memorable dinner in which one spouse accused another’s of food poisoning. Who knows? Maybe? But he never ate her chicken again. Yes, it was pretty nice to meet up and share the fun. Unfortunately, conditions in the east are not always ideal. And the ski level of the group ranged from the (eeek!) amateur to the (calm) expert. It was always fun to pick a trail every one could navigate.
This Company (WordPress) Keeps Lies About Sandy Hook on the Web
I did a quick search. There are no other better alternatives. I’m sorry to say that the policy allows for hate speech and untrue content. I’ve been here since 2011. I guess I will remain. But if you or anyone else is listening, I am aware of your policy and am not happy that Automatic chooses to take this stance.
Here’s a blast from my past. It’s the Manhattan apartment before any renovation. So the bedroom is where the dining room and later kitchen was relocated to this spot. This bedroom moved downstairs. And there’s the little “doodle.” Yeah, yeah, I know. The little endearing nicknames we give our kids are ridiculous. Don’t ask. I don’t remember the origin. But it was eye catching to run across this slide. I’m reading an Asimov novel. Remember, I like to look at the background stuff. And, I’m still sleeping in this bed.
I must have been traumatized. There is a bit of OCD in me. Years ago when we were in Chicago for my FACS (Fellow American College of Surgeons) ceremony, we stayed in the Hilton. It was about the fanciest hotel we’d been in till that time. The kids and grandparents came to see me in a graduation style ceremony. Then, Jules left behind her “wedding bears” in the hotel. They were behind the curtain. I know where she left them. No dice. They were never returned. We bought them in a store in Chicago. I called. No dice. No bears to be had. Years later I got her a replacement, of sorts. It wasn’t the same. And once again, this past year I found what appeared to be the same set. Anyway, Jules thanked me. But, it doesn’t seem to have left the same mark in her psyche. I guess I am careful to never leave things behind. Well, I have – like the time I left my iTouch on an airplane at La Guardia. So, the loss and the disappointment for Jules has never seemed to leave me. Oh, well, I don’t see a psychiatrist. And I’m not gonna.
Another Shutterfly moment from 10 years ago: A good cry! Everyone shed a tear. David left us in Peru to adventure for about two and half years. We were there for a wedding and then a vacation tour. David dropped the bombshell that he would stay on in Peru, travel South America, and find a job maybe in Argentina. He now admits he was equally terrified when he split with us to adventure on his own. After spending years on his own, he surprised everyone by returning on the day of the surprise party. Lisa had graduated and everyone who’d lived through her tribulation was invited by Jules. We actually kept the surprise. But the biggest surprise came just before the party when David appeared at the elevator and hugged everyone. When Lisa saw him for the first time in years, the tears flowed freely. There were not too many dry eyes. I admit we were a little short of tissues.
Don’t laugh I take pictures of the oddest things. What’s in your ‘fridge? I never kept ketchup in it. Lisa’s family did. Vinegar? We kept peanut butter there. Mustard? Oil? Butter? I was told that butter can sit out covered in a dish. It might be soft, but, it’s oh so spreadable. We all have our bias about what goes in and what stays out. I keep bottle cranberry juice out. It doesn’t go bad, a testament to those chemicals at the end of the ingredient list. Yup, I’m still here and untouched by food poisoning. We got Crisco in there? And that’s a chestnut cake (whipped cream frosting). So, it was the prelude to Thanksgiving. I guess that justifies the picture. There ain’t no style in this food photo.
There’s a lot to be said here. I’m guilty of looking at the background of pictures. Sure, David is the subject. And it’s a good shot. But…there in the background is a New York high rise condominium – two, that weren’t there in the skyline when we moved into our apartment. The cost is prohibitive and I could never afford to live there now. The background tells me that the apartment (mine) has not yet undergone it’s second/third renovation. There is a spinning wheel. It was a place holder. We/Lisa never learned to use it. So, it sat. Dave was busy drawing dinosaurs. He learned the names of all of them before he was in school. He is/was an artist. He’s wearing a tie because he is still attending Collegiate, a school that required tie and jacket. The jacket was sort of optional. They were piled in a corner during class and worn somewhat infrequently. Dave would bring home someone else’s jacket at the end of the year. You just grabbed “any” jacket from that pile when you went to the next class. They were all blue.