A catch-up morning. Hold the mustard.

My desk is almost clean. Almost. The left side that was stacked with papers and business cards and bills and bank statements and God-knows-what-else has been attacked. I threw out most of it and organized the rest. I finally called the businesses whose cards I’d saved: Little Luxury Day Spa to order more moisturizer and Spot-On! Dog Training to make an appointment with a trainer … Continue reading A catch-up morning. Hold the mustard.

Don’t cry for me, Argentina, or Cleveland, or anywhere else. I’m fine, boo!

Last night two dear friends said things to me that I found so perplexing, I had to go back and read my last few blog posts this morning. This is just a short note to all and sundry to let you know that life is good and, please, don’t take my self-deprecatory humor to heart. So, at a class dinner, Brenda said she loves my … Continue reading Don’t cry for me, Argentina, or Cleveland, or anywhere else. I’m fine, boo!

I’m a little teapot

That’s right. Short and stout. Now, a chubby little teapot conjures up sweet images, does it not? A pastel-flowered, porcelain vessel with matching, delicate cups and saucers, accompanied by warm scones with jam and cream. An old-fashioned nursery song acted out by precious preschoolers. A Neti pot when you . . . oh, never mind. However, the mental snapshot of a height-challenged, overweight middle-aged (oh, … Continue reading I’m a little teapot