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
Would eradication of the stink bug compromise our ecosystem? I don’t have the answer, but I think it’s worth the risk. My level of loathing for the Halyorpha halys (aka shield bug, brown marmorated stink bug, or simply stink bug) rose exponentially with subsequent encounters. Advocacy deteriorated to opposition similar to Trump’s relationship with the… Continue reading Stink Bug Tipping Point
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
Before zapping my lukewarm java to an acceptable temp for caffeine transfer to my blood stream, I noticed a rust spot on the microwave door. “That’s not good,” Mike commented when I pointed it out to him. The Worry When Mike who never worried about anything said, “That’s not good” to me who always worried… Continue reading Sitting Down Caused Rusty Microwave
A Few Choice Words By Anita 