... and other annoying cliches I take issue with. To say that my fiftieth year has brought about changes in my life would be an under-statement of laughable proportions. About a year ago I formulated a wild list of goals to complete before the big 5-0 date. I’m still making progress on it, but I … Continue reading Change is good…
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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
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
The Big Five-OH-MY-GOD!
If age is just a number, then my upcoming birthday is definitely doing a number on me. Yep. This November I turn half a century. Swigs wine before continuing. I don’t want to say that I’m taking it hard, but there may have been more than a few tears several months back when those bastards … Continue reading The Big Five-OH-MY-GOD!
Death and Daffodils
© Susan Richards Reprinted with permission by the Berthoud Weekly SurveyorCarol knew without a doubt that she couldn’t leave the body lying in the mudroom all day. The kids would be home from school in a few hours and questions were bound to come up. “Mom, why is our neighbor’s face all blue and do … Continue reading Death and Daffodils
