Through the window

Hello, my friend. I’m here. You there? Good. I think that’s the way they want us right now. As I walked my dog recently, I heard someone call my name. It took me a bit to locate the voice but when I did, it was coming from my neighbor’s window. Dan and Sandy, both 80-somethings,…

My very own Day of the Dead

I do not normally celebrate the Day of the Dead, a holiday celebrated in Mexico. But this year, the Universe decided to include me. I’ve previously written about the circus I like to call my backyard. I’ve talked about the wild rumpus before. Rest assured that it continues. If there isn’t a pint-sized human running…

Meet your cruise director

Well, my cruise director, at least. In true Julie McCoy fashion, this girl makes sure I mix and mingle each and every day. Sick, grumpy, tired—no matter. I will be mixing it up with humanity at large, thanks to her. In case you’ve not met Julie McCoy, aka Bailey, a brief history. And in case…

How very simple (minded) of you

My neighbor’s garbage cans were the inspiration for this post. Yes, I’m digging deep. As I walked by them yesterday, I was reminded of a time when she left them at the curb for four days. Go on. Guess. Ill? No. Disabled? Not at all. Absentminded? Nope. It seems she has a rule. Her husband…

Won’t you be my neighbor?

This whole business of being neighbors turns out to be a bit dodgy. Or so I’m told. This past weekend, I took care of business. And by taking care of business, I mean I had my handymen here. Honey-do lists do not go away simply because there is no “Honey” present. I had a multitude…

It does not feel right . . .

I saw a purple couch being moved into my neighbor’s house this afternoon. Purple. The most recent inhabitants of this house, Hugh and his lovely wife Doris, would have had a fit. Having lived in that house since it was built, they had a certain vision for what it should look like. And purple couches…

Untested

I caught myself midsentence: “ I think if she could just see that all she has to do is . . . “ Oh honey, just be quiet. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Despite my best intentions, I was doing it again. Chatting about how someone else should be running their life. Even with…

Going tribal

I have a friend who is a gatherer. People like to comment on her penchant for throwing parties or gathering a group for an outing. They think it’s because she is a social butterfly. I know better. She’s without a tribe. So she is creating one. And tribes are what just might save the world,…

When lighting a candle . . .

. . . it is best to make a wish. Or so my mother told me. So when I found myself on Christmas Eve, in single-digit weather, lighting hundreds of candles lining my street, I had a wealth of wishes. I decided not to be greedy. As I lit the luminaries in front of each…

Feeding my starving children and a dead neighbor

Crass title. But, unfortunately, an all-too-true title. My good intentions got me nowhere this week. They say intention matters but I’m more of a “where the rubber hits the road” kind of gal. If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t hem and haw about how you’re planning to do it, meant to do…