Don’t you just hate when someone has brilliant ponderings about …well, everything, and they share it with the world in the form of a blog only to drop off the face of the earth? Yeah, me too. Not that I ever pretended to be fanatically regular about my thoughts, nevertheless I’m embarrassed about the gap … Continue reading Crawling out of my cave
Mid-century defiance
Reprinted with permission from the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor I recently passed that dreaded mid-century milestone, and once I finished crying over the AARP application I received in the mail, I realized that 50 isn’t quite what it used to be. Neither is 40, 60, 70 and so on, for that matter. It’s not just my … Continue reading Mid-century defiance
Baby, you can drive my car
I think I’m comfortable enough now to tell you all about my magic car. No, it doesn’t fly, although it really should. Seriously — look at the advances in technology: smart phones, high-def flat screen TVs the size of a football field and games that allow me to bowl in my own living room, minus … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
The gift your kids can’t open
If you’re like me you checked your budget for the holidays and made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan. The money just doesn’t stretch as far as we’d like. It’s an inevitability that parents want to give their kids what they didn’t have, so trying to decide what to cut when faced … Continue reading The gift your kids can’t open
It’s not rude if you put a bow on it
(Reprinted with permission from the the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor) Passive-aggressive –adj: “Of or relating to a personality that harbors aggressive emotions while behaving in a calm or detached manner.” So much is written this time of year about the joy of giving, finding that perfect gift and the true meaning of Christmas. Well, if you’re … Continue reading It’s not rude if you put a bow on it
Spider man
A creepy little Halloween treat for you. Reprinted with permission from the Berthoud Weekly Surveyor. The old man stood on his porch, glaring at the vandalized front yard. His lips were pursed with anger while he gripped the coffee mug so tightly the skin over his bony knuckles glowed white. A gentle breeze carried a … Continue reading Spider man
Suz's Petals 