We had a terrific time with H, A, and sweet B this weekend. They continue gradually to move their belongings out of their apartment and into their new house. A colleague of H’s is organizing a “welcome to the neighborhood” … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: September 2009
Woodbury dates its founding to an initial purchase of land from its original inhabitants (who had no idea what they were letting themselves in for) in 1659. I remember vividly the massive celebration of the town’s 300th birthday in 1959. … Continue reading
My favorite line from the review: “Mr. Álvarez looked a little paunchy in his tight-fitting pants and coat….” We must be cousins. … Continue reading
I’m still scuffling around in the back-back, and I’ve decided to completely finish the east side, right down to raking and reseeding, before continuing on to each of the other sides in turn. Our property backs onto the elementary school, … Continue reading
I went out for a tentative shuffle this morning, my first in weeks. Extra very especially short and slow, but highly satisfactory. The offending body part has made its point (“don’t push it, Buster”) and returned to normal. So now … Continue reading
H had to work from 7 AM to 10 PM Saturday, and A was off for much of the day with two bruisers and a truck, moving boxes and furniture to the new house, so we were stuck with sweet … Continue reading
No work on the back-back yesterday, but we’d bought some lovely Greenings last weekend, so I baked an apple pie in the afternoon. My mother, grandmother, and aunts all made great pie, as did my mother-in-law. They are now all … Continue reading
This article in today’s New York Times is a hoot. It’s about a guy called Gary Vaynerchuk, who has apparently become a sensation among wine people by way of YouTube videos. Suffice it to say that he’s not some pudgy … Continue reading
I’ve been unable to run for the last few weeks due to another outbreak of TABBS. This is making me really crabby—and really fat. I got into bad habits in England, drinking as much beer as I wanted and not … Continue reading
I was watching an old move the other day in which the term “high-hatted” was used. I’ve always savored this bit of slang, which implies being ignored by someone who thinks he’s too good to know you. I love the … Continue reading