If we were having coffee, I'd tell you that yesterday, the crew and I tried to go out for an actual coffee. We even left the house while it was still morning. I was quite impressed with us. The idea was to have family time while perusing books. We drove about a half an hour, … Continue reading Coffee & Books I Didn’t Buy Yesterday
The first thing we thought about when planning THE TRIP was finding a wheelchair-accessible place to stay on Long Island. I love my Mom, but having three extra people in her house would not be a clever thing to do. We thought about renting a room in a house, but couldn't find a place accessible … Continue reading When The Accessible Hotel Room Is Inaccessible
If we were having coffee and ask you how your week's been treating you? I'd tell you I looked in the mirror this week, and it's actually dawned on me that I'm actually 36. My kid is nearly 3. Next month, Neil and I are married four years. Seems longer. And not long enough. Did … Continue reading A Damn Fine Cup of Coffee
Hello, I'm looking to take photos without my phone and need suggestions on digital SLR cameras. Want to learn and do more with my photography. Camera must be chunky for my spaz hands. And I could use auto-stabilise. And point-and-click. Any thoughts? Will mainly be used for toddlers in the wild. And for epic scenery. … Continue reading I Need A Break From My Phone
Yesterday marked 6 months until the wedding. Sarge and I celebrated by opening some sparkly from the engagement party and watching a double-bill of The Usual Suspects and Mixed Nuts. Guess which one was my choice. And. We were also toasting the the fact that I quit my job on Friday. Although I prefer the … Continue reading A Certain Rite of Passage
And so, (more than) a few days ago, I might have mentioned a new post tomorrow. Tomorrow is today. Since my last post, I've been trying to get myself a job. And now I have one. It's a temp job, but it's a mighty nifty one. I start on Monday. The journey has been an … Continue reading Who Else Is Me?
The first and only time I danced on a table it buckled underneath me. My friends lifted me, in the chair, onto the table because it was the only free space on which to dance. I was 18 and liked to dance. I was also drunk. All other space that night was taken up by … Continue reading Dancing On The Tables