Month: December 2012

Ode to snow, part 2

by Karen, posted in Adult children, family, fitness, health, Marriage, Midlife Crisis, teens, Turning 50

My thoughts wandered, fueled by cold and the discomfort of muscles that are rarely used screaming their displeasure at being exploited in the manner required by shoveling. I remember being handed a shovel and instructions to go "do the front steps" of our house. We had a house with 14 concrete steps at that time. … Continue reading Ode to snow, part 2

Ode to snow, part 1

by Karen, posted in family, health, no fear

It snowed last night. A lot. You know; the kind of snow that makes it almost impossible to open your freakin' back door and get out of your house? Worse, it fell on top of the same kind (and amount) of snow that fell two days ago. The large accumulations that always come when the … Continue reading Ode to snow, part 1

Moscato who?

by Karen, posted in (it's all about the) food, Date night, italian, Marriage, quest for the best

My husband and I have different tastes in a lot of things, and wine is no exception. Years ago, someone gave us a bottle of Moscato D'Asti by Nivole, which (surprise!) we both loved. Every so often we bought a bottle, for a birthday or anniversary or some such occasion. Then suddenly we couldn't find … Continue reading Moscato who?

Oh Christmas tree

by Karen, posted in (it's all about the) food, family, Holidays, Marriage

Oh my God, what a big pile of crap Christmas has left in its wake. Wouldn't it be great if those damned elves showed up after Christmas to help pick up the house instead of before Christmas to help demolish it? I am usually a put-the-(fake -tree-up-the-weekend-before-Christmas-and-take-it-down-the-day-after kind of gal. This year, however, with the … Continue reading Oh Christmas tree

The story of Bob

by Karen, posted in friends, good grief

Our friend Bob showed up every weekend to bring my husband coffee—I mean, to visit his mother--at the rehab where he works. Like clockwork, he would stop in with a Dunkin Donuts coffee and an egg sandwich and twenty minutes or so of chat. He looked forward to his visits and over the years they … Continue reading The story of Bob