You know those lab rats that run through mazes? Well, if I ever got reincarnated as one of them, I’d be in deep rat doo-doo. I couldn’t find my out of a paper bag if it came with neon EXIT signs. And all the technology in the world often doesn’t help.Read More
The role reversal in our marriage is that my husband gives awesome, sentimental, thoughtful gifts, and I suck.
Maybe that’s why I’m the one who insists that we don’t exchange presents for Valentine’s Day.
OK, right off the bat, er, pigskin, let me admit that I’m not a huge sports fan.
This is how out-of-touch I am with the Super Bowl scene: as I sat down to write this blog, I had to Google which teams were playing on Sunday. I know, I know, some of you are incredulous. I can’t explain how this has happened. And, yes, I am alive and breathing.
As a native of Pittsburgh, I would know if the Steelers were playing, but if not, I usually don’t pay attention. Anyway, in case you don’t already know, it’s the New England Patriots and the Atlanta Falcons. And it’s being played in Houston. Don’t ask me why.Read More
Yes, my handy hubby, someday soon you will accompany me to a place that strikes fear into the heart of many a man. A place that can weaken the knees of the toughest guy. A venue you’ve managed to avoid for years.
The fabric store.Read More
Years ago, we had new neighbors move in to the upstairs apartment in the house next door. One Saturday afternoon shortly after the couple had moved in, I saw them out with their dog on the grassy median strip dividing our residential street. The couple was talking with some other neighbors, so I went out to say hi.
After meeting the friendly guy and his girlfriend, with no introductions to their scruffy dog sniffing at my feet, a question formulated in my head:
“Is that a male or female dog?”
(Because, really, how can you tell without being, y’know, obvious?)Read More
A few weeks ago, I took a deep breath and got ‘the’ box down from the attic.
When we first moved into our old house 10 years ago, the attic was infested with spiders. Spiders are supposed to be good, right? They eat all the other nasty bugs. But a bug is a bug and I don’t like any of them, especially when they’re invading my turf.
So I slowly transformed all of our storage from cardboard boxes to plastic bins, having read somewhere that spiders don’t much bother with plastic bins.
But ‘the’ box was still a box. I have no idea why, with all the sturdy, tightly-lidded Rubbermaid up there, this priceless vault endured as cardboard, slightly mangled, softened, and duct-taped together.
Well, if I’m honest, I know exactly why. Avoidance.Read More
I had planned a relaxing family Christmas vacation visiting my parents on the west coast. Since my Mom and Dad moved out there several years ago, my east coast clan of four have had precious little time with them, and this was our chance to catch up. All three of my guys - my husband and two sons - were able to take time off from work. My parents, in their eighties, are in relatively good health, but who knows how long that will continue?
I was looking forward to a great trip, maybe the last that the six of us would havetogether.
Then I found out that my sister from Chicago would be visiting as well. And my brother from Pittsburgh. And another brother and his family from Charlotte.Read More
Well, flock, I’m blogging to tell you I’m not going to blog this week. I just don’t have it in me. There haven’t been enough functional hours of the day lately for me to be able to write. Big chunks of time are eaten up by my “not serious” health issues.
Plus, I’m heading out of town this week to visit my parents. They can’t wait to heap an overdose of TLC on me, and I can’t wait to be heaped upon. By the time most of you read this, I’ll be basking in their love. How lucky am I?
I’ll answer that question for you by explaining the picture. I’m sure you’re wondering.Read More
I wake up feeling refreshed, so I practically jump out of bed when Michael’s alarm goes off. I have big plans for the day - Christmas decorating, a little baking, starting my shopping.
As soon as Michael leaves for work, I go into the living room to turn on the stereo. Since we got our new receiver, I've kept it tuned to NPR, but now Michael’s favorite blues station comes on.
I hunt down my glasses, get on my knees and peer at the receiver. WTF!?Read More
The blond pharmacist checked on my insurance and said sure, she could give me a flu shot.
I see her behind the counter just about every time I pick up a script. Always engrossed in the computer, on the phone, in and out among the shelves. So focused, she rarely looks up and we probably have never spoken before.
She wore a beautiful turquoise necklace with large stones, the kind you might buy on a Caribbean cruise and wear with a sarong on a sunset beach. I wanted the necklace, the cruise, and the rest of the fantasy. I was so close to complimenting her on it, but I stopped myself. I don’t know why. Maybe that day I just didn’t feel like being nice.Read More
I shiver intensely in my home office in spite of the portable heater blasting at my side, and the sweatshirt hood cinched around my face. But I’m not cold.
I have the beginnings of heartburn and a headache. But I’m not sick.
I’m about to click “open” on the computer folder marked 6500. It looks pretty harmless - it’s only the files we exported years ago from our ancient Power PC. But I know what’s in there.Read More
About 30 years ago, we got a porch swing. A few years earlier, we had purchased our first house, a modest old Dutch Colonial with lots of charm hidden behind its 1960’s updates. It had a large front porch - deep enough to gather with friends or spend time in solitude, contemplating life.
The swing didn’t cost us a dime - a good thing in those early days of parenthood and home-ownership. We got the swing with coupons. My in-laws ran a corner grocery store, and the manufacturers’ coupons they collected from customers could be redeemed for merchandise. Like S&H green stamps for small businesses. I had helped to organize the coupons so I got to pick my prize.Read More
This past Tuesday, November 8th, was a big day … my birthday. Oh yeah, and that other big thing. But enough about other things…
A quick back story to this blog is that I recently wrote an election day op-ed piece asking my husband to rebuild our basement stairs for my birthday. (You can read it here: http://www.thewellnestedlife.com/november-8-commentary/)
You can see in this before picture the current state of “astairs.” You have to duck your head to clear the overhead joist, and if you have a basket of laundry, tuck it up to clear your knees. I can handle the head-ducking OK, but ducking and tucking at the same time is hard - like the concrete basement floor below. Every time I head down with my arms full, I worry that this is the time my neck and my knees will protest and send me flailing.Read More
As a gardener here in the northeast, winter isn’t exactly my favorite season. Other than drooling over the seed catalogs that get sown in my January mailbox, there’s not much to do, garden-wise. Instead of transplanting perennials, I’m moving snow again from the sidewalk to the … well, wherever I can find a place that doesn’t already have a three foot pile. For me, digging in the snow is not at all as satisfying as digging in the earth. And it’s surreal to imagine that all that dirty wet stuff will actually give way to a lawn and beautiful blooms in too many long months.Read More
Written before the storm:
Usually, I have a bit of the slob thing going on at home. Today, even the electrical cord to the pencil sharpener has been dusted. Not that my house guests - my mom and sister, due in tomorrow - would mind a little lived-in ambiance, but I’m so excited to have them here, I can’t help myself.Read More
Patience is a virtue, they say. So is paying attention, say I. This week I learned why I need to practice more of both.
Our old house has a wonderful wood-burning fireplace that we fitted with an energy- efficient insert. In the winter, we enjoy clean fires on a regular basis. In the fall, we’ll delay turning on the gas heat, and light-up the fireplace to take the chill out of the house. Last Saturday was such a day.Read More
Every once in awhile, when I know the answer to a computer-related question, or very rarely, when I know something about technology that my husband does not, he eyes me suspiciously and says, "Who are you?"Read More