Presto Chango changed nothing. Abracadabra, Hocus Pocus, and Alakazam worked no magic on my Mac. Apparently Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo only transformed a pumpkin to a carriage not Apple Mail from non functioning to functioning. Although Billy Baston Shazamed himself to Captain Marvel, even that superhero’s magic word couldn’t rescue my email from Outgoing Purgatory. My Outgoing Email… Continue reading Magic Words
15 Benjamins, 300 fivers, 1,500 smackeroos! $1500 – a pile of cash, a wad of dough, a stack of moolah, with which I didn’t want to part. . . . and the “leather expert” I called for a quote to restore my suite of armchair, ottoman, and sofa did. Our phone conversation went something like… Continue reading Good Enough
Ice storms isolated. Snow secluded. Negative temperatures confined. In the midst of cleaning, I stumbled across two decades of prescription glasses. I donned them in an attempt to recreate John Lennon’s 1970 image. Had I not been isolated, secluded, and confined I never would have taken the time to mimic the image. A bit bored… Continue reading Diminutive Dramas
Polar Vortex cracked its knuckles overhead then pounded its fists on our roof. Sound Sleep cowered with thoughts as dark as the night. None of these poetic musings emerged as I rolled out of bed. (Encased in long underwear, flannel pajamas, ice skating socks and weigh down by a down quilt, “rolled” exaggerated the grace… Continue reading Polar Vortex Lemons Into Lemonade
The George Foreman grill and waffle machine wedged between the two crock-pots while the gelato machine propped up the Valentine plates. The air fryer, vacuum food saver, and sous vide huddled on the floor. Crystal serving dishes stacked precariously. The spiralizer balanced atop the heap. All awaited the purge. My zeal for organization, recently fueled… Continue reading The Nonsense Chronicles: Small Appliance Small Talk
A Few Choice Words By Anita 