This morning I knew I’d be spending at least an hour in the kitchen making cut out sugar cookies for Christmas. I’m usually very comfortable with silence, but occasionally I’ll listen to a podcast while I’m working or stream NPR on my computer. Today I decided to try listening to music. And you know what? I think I just might like to listen to music … Continue reading Letting the music back in
This is a post about me, and for me. I’m not going to even try to write a clever lead to entice readers to follow me – which is, after all, the point of blogging. No. It’s my Come to Jesus moment and you are free to join me, if you wish. If it resonates with you, that’s great. But it’s all about me. So. … Continue reading Proud to be a Peggy
I just addressed a get well card to a friend’s mother. She’s in the hospital back in my home town, so I went online to check the hospital’s mailing address. As I copied the street number on the envelope, I realized I didn’t need to check the zip code, even though I haven’t lived there in many years. Like my first phone number (Howard 6 … Continue reading Memory glitches
Today Tom the “pond guy” showed up at 10 a.m. to put my backyard pond to bed for the winter. He emailed last week to say it was time. I emailed back and said yes, just let me know when to expect you. No response. The dogs went nuts when his little blue VW Beetle pulled into the drive and I, hair askew, still in … Continue reading No more apologies
Here’s the deal. I had what I thought was a great idea to keep me occupied in my retirement. I started my web page, Where My Girlfriends Go. Take a look, if you haven’t visited. I’ll wait right here for you. So, although I’m not actually retired yet, I thought I should get a plan in motion, rather than waste a minute of actual retirement … Continue reading It’s okay to have a change of heart
I’d like to think that if my dad was still alive, and if he could have gotten his friends involved, he would have spent every morning and many afternoons of his retirement years on Facebook. It would have taken a leap of faith on his part, but knowing Bob, he could have convinced his buddies to join him online. Bob and the guys would have … Continue reading Channeling Bob
My mother greeted me on Mother’s Day with a huge smile. “Thank you for the flowers,” she said. I’d just arrived to take her to lunch and had my gift in hand. I had not sent her flowers. “What flowers, mom? I didn’t get you flowers this year.” She pointed to a corsage on her lapel. “These flowers. They’re because of you.” Mom seemed … Continue reading The oldest kid in church
A few years ago, my son took me aside and gently said, “Mom. You really should stop plucking your eyebrows.” I said, “Chris. I haven’t plucked my eyebrows since the ninth grade.” Had I known at 14 that experimenting with hair removal would result in the skimpy bits of hair left on my brow today, trust me; I would not have plucked them at all. … Continue reading My eyebrows and Donald Trump
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