The back yard has run riot; the husband had been keeping it "arboreal" for the wildlife he has fed for nearly 2 decades, with the lawn guy cutting the grass at will, and me very occasionally pulling weeds and whacking back vines.  It was his domain, so  as long as Minimum Lawn Guy could get his riding mower back there and had something left to cut ( Read more... )

Saturday was chock-full of social.  Went to B&E's new house for a party over in Fairfax., to see the new digs, show support.  They had been inviting everyone over to help them move and we hadn't come, so it seemed like a good idea not to diss them entirely for this sort of big life event.  The lower level of the house was a jumble of car parts and ( Read more... )

Whoopsie.Yesterday I took the bus, my yearly safety sticker being expired, and it was raining buckets. The newsman at the bottom the escalator in Springfield-Franconia gave me my mini-paper, I thanked him and stepped lively onto the metal grate below the first step, and went down like Dagwood Bumstead. No mailman, but you get the idea. Even more ( Read more... )

WARNING: LONG AND BORINGYou asked what the Movits! guy said, and I meant to reply, but then I thought, "Is that tales out of school?" I don't think so, but I still felt funny, so here's the interaction ( Read more... )

On the topic of animals - Husband calls me from his cell to tell me is going home, and plans to take a little nap upstairs before supper, so if I see his car but not him, that's what he's up to ( Read more... )

My 75-year-old Dad and my sister visited last weekend to celebrate my aunt's birthday and my sister's all in one visiting binge.

The system - we are sitting around the table talking and Dad mentions that he always has clean clothes now, that he in fact has most of his clothes in the closet and ready to go at a moment's notice because he did all ( Read more... )

Ah yes, another Christmas where my family invades for week or so, piling in the house to eat and nap Dagwood Bumstead style on the couch while my husband hides in his office upstairs. He actually proposed getting a hotel room until the Vikings pulled up oars on the shore below the charred ruins of the homestead and set sail. The idea was that I ( Read more... )