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Vacation from Work
This time of the year reminds me of my working days and how I always looked forward to a few extra days off around Christmas. “Are you taking off next week?” asked my co-worker. We had two days off for … Continue reading
Soapy Sunday
Mornings! I hate ’em. I headed for the kitchen for a cup of coffee, hoping it would help open my eyes so I could see how to brush my teeth. I stopped at the kitchen door and rubbed my bleary … Continue reading
Wall to Wall
Remember when wall-to-wall carpet was all the rage? Rugs were out, the kind that could be turned around to even out the wear and sent out to be cleaned when dirty. I remember having a 9×12 rug in my first … Continue reading
Time To Call the Plumber
It had only been about a year since the dastardly deed had been done, so imagine my surprise when I heard strange gurgling noises coming from the plumbing. A few days later, Honey came screaming into the bedroom at 4:30 … Continue reading
Do-It-Yourself – Easy Assembly
Like Goldilocks and the three bears, we tried out all the chairs for size. This one was too big, this one too small, this one too stiff, this one too hard. Finally, we found a chair that was “just right.” … Continue reading
The Sky’s A-falling
“The sky’s a-falling, the sky’s a-falling,” said Henny Penny when she was hit on the head by an acorn in the classic fable. I know how she felt. I thought the sky was a-falling too this week when … Continue reading
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee
How do you know when it’s going to be a bad day? For starters, it might be a bad day if you wake up to the sound of the smoke alarm going off at 5 AM in the morning like … Continue reading
Hand Painted
It must be my age. After I finish one project, I can’t seem to remember how much trouble it was. I look only at the results and next thing I know, I’m planning another. I’ve had my eye on our … Continue reading
The Hoarder
Some people find their niche in writing, some in teaching, some in computers, and so on. I’m afraid my niche is in hoarding junk. I am blessed, or cursed, with a large attic. The idea was that some day it … Continue reading
