Vince Vaughn waterskied circles around my raft as I packed my bag preparing to retreat to the hilltop compound. Vince Vaughn skied circles around my raft “Your turn, Anita,” he shouted above the motor’s roar. He jumped the wake. I thumbs-upped his athleticism, but pointed to the sprawling, two story lake home. Declining Vince’s offer… Continue reading A Good Habit Gone Bad
“We should have the pontoon delivered before we leave for Italy,” said Mike, my significant other. “Then we’ll be ready to cruise when we return.” “If we do that, we might have motor problems since it ‘ll be unused for a few weeks,” I said. ”Then there’s the heron trouble.” Last summer a great blue… Continue reading A Detailed Thinker Gets The Big Picture
“The milk is sour, Anita,” said Mike as he spooned Nestle’s Original Coffee Mate into his coffee. Crying Over Spilt Milk The dairy members of our refrigerator community had become passive aggressive. We abandoned them during our eight-day Florida vacation and they had turned on us. The bottom third of the 2% Prairie Farms Milk… Continue reading The Perishable Plan That Perished
Star Nosed Mole Versus Three Toed Sloth Not another pour of wine, I thought to myself, as Mike glugged an ounce or two of Merlot into his glass. Mike didn’t drink too much. He drank (and ate) too slowly. I had finished my salad, mushroom topped sirloin, and side of lemon pepper asparagus ten minutes… Continue reading Food for Thought
“Maybe it’s because we’ve been in the house too long,” said Mike. He attributed our recent quarrel about the proper way of seasoning our new skillet (I know, we have critical arguments.) to a long stretch of bad weather induced close quarters. The stakes for using an improperly seasoned pan weren’t dire, annoying, but not… Continue reading Getting Back In Step
A Few Choice Words By Anita 