Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
A couple of weeks ago I went to Washington, D.C., for my brother’s wedding. It was lovely. While there, we also did a little sight-seeing. I’d been to the National Mall before, but it was nice to go back. We spent half a day at the Smithsonian National Museum of American History (and easily could… Continue reading The Smiths go to Washington
My brother is getting married next month. My mother and I are the only members of his family going to the wedding. Not that we have a large family, but he did come back from a deployment overseas to walk my sister down the aisle for her wedding … My mother has decided to “plan”… Continue reading My family is making me crazy
I caught Bearcat on the (cluttered) dining room table Tuesday night, which she has never been interested in. (And she is aware of my no-table and no-counter rules.) My brother was staying with me at the time. Me: “Were you jumping on the table with Bear last night?” Adam: “What’d she tell you?” Me: “I… Continue reading Cats are a bad influence
When I was at my mother’s last weekend (pre-roller coaster ride), we picked and picked and picked and picked green beans. This wasn’t the first time, by any means. I brought home about half of the bounty — snapped, there was one-and-a-half gallon-size Ziploc bags of green beans. That’s a lot of green beans. They’re… Continue reading Fresh from (mom’s) garden
Regarding a broken garden hoe, which, for the second time, had become detached from it’s handle. Me: I fixed your hoe. Mom: It’ll just break again. Me: I don’t think so. Last time I fixed it, it was fine for three weeks. And after I smooshed it back together, I went out and hoed around… Continue reading What’d you call me?