“What are we doing?” I asked Mike. I plopped down into the redwood cushioned chair on the front porch, a low wooden table between us. I’d watered the planters, weeded around the sitooterie, and refilled the hummingbird feeders. Before embarking on my next task, I checked with Mike to see if he had plans in… Continue reading Sitting Situations
“Do you really need all those shoes by the door?” Mike asked as he sidestepped the pile. My bad habit Considering the number of sandals, slip-ons and sneakers heaped by BOTH doors and having the customary two feet, I assumed the question rhetorical. Shucking the inside Hoka sneakers, outside Brooks sneakers, flowery Birkenstocks, New Balance… Continue reading Ditching A Habit and Upgrading Routine to Ritual
Turtles breathe out of their butts. After solving Wordle, gauging how unexciting my life was compared to EVERYONE on Facebook, and how many digits the latest Covid variant name included (I think we’re at a bazillion.) the nurse popped in and said that the doctor would be here soon. I know,I know. Adieu is the… Continue reading Breathing A Word (Actually Breathing Lots of Words)
That’s what I named the pair of Turdus migratorius building a nest on the outdoor speaker under my eaves. Mrs. Rockin’ plucked, yanked, and tugged at the dried winter garden debris that I should’ve plucked, yanked, and tugged out of the flowerbed a month ago. With mud for mortar, she recycled the potential compost into… Continue reading Rockin’ Robins
Until recently I squirted hand sanitizer with abandon, washed groceries with diluted bleach, and created a bubble of friends who adhered to the same strict “Covid Avoidance Behaviors” as I did. Now I wash my hands thoroughly (with sanitizer as backup), produce is washed (but the frozen pizza boxes are immediately popped in the freezer),… Continue reading Up in the Air About Filling Birdfeeders in Illinois
A Few Choice Words By Anita 