I’d gone to the Farmer’s Market and had a wonderful time swanning through the booths in an impossible, eccentric and beautiful sunhat my husband gave me. I carried an environmentally-correct canvas tote full of fresh beans and cucumbers, and had a huge bouquet of fresh fragrant dill in my...
Stoop, Kneel, Crouch or Crawl
So the district personnel department is reviewing the job description for the clerical position I hold. I received the draft of the new version today. They attached a “Physical Requirements” chart which I’d never before seen. It lists various mandated activities and the amount of time thought necessary for...
Garters and Grubbiness
So the basement of my small ranch house is primarily Kid Territory (are offspring aged 19 and 22 still considered kids? Yes, by Jesus – but I won’t venture down that rat hole right now). I venture downstairs to do laundry. The Guest Suite is located there, too (read,...
Wood Ain’t Always Good
Given recurring skepticism as to the veracity of my stories, I thought I’d accompany this one with an action photo: The pile of wood on this trailer was twice as tall when it arrived at the house across the street one Thursday morning last fall. The Very Nice Owners...
Flushing Frustration
Since December is never busy enough, I attempted to remodel a dingy basement bathroom in the short weeks before my parents arrived for a Christmas visit. The Guest Suite is an equally dingy bedroom down there that hasn’t been touched since their last visit several years ago; I thought...