Month: August 2018

My daughter just texted from the beach, where she’d gone with a friend for a quick get-away. She’d forgotten to take a cap, and hence was a bit crispy around the edges.  The gist of the text, “another cap for Dad’s collection.”  It will go well with the one she bought in New Jersey while visiting friends a few weeks back.  Great.  Just what we need. Continue reading “Baseball Caps – They’re like Rabbits”

Some while ago, I introduced to my myriad readers Lady Peacock, a friend who’s “interesting”, one might say quirky life views make for fascinating storytelling.  In this recent installment, I present to you, my faithful, the Lady Peacock diet.  By way of backstory, she is constantly dieting to reach her ideal goal weight, typically reinforced by a new garment purchase that is hopelessly snug.  Her “target weight” looms on the distant horizon, well out of reach much like an oasis to a desperate traveler crawling in the desert.  She mentioned casually the other day, and with a straight face no less, that she was planning to have her usual yogurt for her lunch, but she decided on an alternative – an ice cream cone!  Thus sums up her nutritional vision, one not likely to be embraced by dietary programs or experts any time soon. Continue reading “Snacks Without Borders”

Remember the time that a car would drive up next to us at a stop light, and the music was so loud our hubcaps would drop off?  There was a definite sense that “ bass was better”.  The volume increased to teeth chattering levels somehow created a higher quality of life.  The car’s occupant was blissfully unaware that he or she was off-putting to all of those around them, and most likely didn’t care.  It’s that sense of “I’ll do what I want.  You other people deal with it” that is now firmly embedded in our culture.   So much for “it takes a village”.  Continue reading “Am I disturbing you?”

As anyone who has worked with me professionally or personally, or in fact anyone that I’ve ever met casually in a coffee shop, knows I’m not really a “tech” person. Truth be told, the first time I sent a text on my new smart phone, it sent shock waves through my professional network.  My daughter lectured me when she was home last Christmas about the importance of ALWAYS having my phone with me when I went out.  I did the next time I left the house and she proceeded to text me to pick up her Starbucks order on my way home.  Continue reading “My Personal GPS”