Now that I’m an apartment-dweller, I must bid adieu to my old garden. It isn’t easy, I won’t lie. The plants, the spiders, the tomatoes – all gone. I could cry. But I won’t. Because this…
Siena – After the Rain
People flippin’ love Siena, Italy. I mean, they reaaaaallllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy love it. And it is pretty danged cool. The last time I was there, Mister and I had lunch beneath an awning – right in the middle of…
Church Sign…
I came across this church sign a few years ago, and immediately pulled over to get a photo. As a person who spends a great deal of time praying and communicating generally with her beliefs, I recognize…
Another Precious F*&%@$! Hill Town
I love Italy. It holds a special place in my heart. I’ve been twice and I’d go again in a heartbeat. As that simply isn’t on my horizon, today I’m taking a moment to visit in my mind.…
I Miss Cooking
I miss cooking. Sure, I enjoy a meal out as much as the next gal. But when all my meals are out, it gets more than a little boring. Especially for a cook. And friends, I’m a…
Another Mind Trip
I’m sensing the end of this dark tunnel of moving. I can’t claim to see the proverbial light yet, but my gut tells me it’s just around the corner. My gut never lies, friends. Anyhoo, I think…
All Work and No Play
This moving thing… It’s making me a very dull girl. I’m looking forward to being still. Wish me luck. Thanks.
The Gal-Danged Phone Company
Mister and I are some of the few people left with a phone land-line. We’re old-school. Or stupid. Maybe both. Anyhoo, that phone line is yet another detail that must be handled during a move. And dealing with…
Moving Muscles
I’m still in the process of moving. Though I’m purging a lot of stuff, there’s still much being kept. It’s slow. It’s arduous. It’s torture. And my Popeye muscles are really being tested. If my forearms bulk…