Got my glasses back on Friday. Friday was my day off but I had a haircut mid-morning and it was snowing the snow that, according to Todd, was not called for. There are many times where I don’t follow the weather forecasts until someone at work says something like, “I wonder if we’ll even be … Continue reading Christmas Nostalgia
Delivered Quietly
It’s the last day of November, Sunday, and it’s Turkey Day at our house. If only for us. After last year’s meltdown (mine) and a fed-up husband (Todd) we decided to dine out for Thanksgiving this year and make ourselves somebody else’s problem. So free turkey remained in the fridge until this morning, when I … Continue reading Delivered Quietly
Wake Me Up When… [This] Ends
I lost a very dear friend last week. She was more than a friend though – she was family. I suspect the people who know me expect me to write about her and I will, somehow and some way. I’m not ready for that yet. I haven’t felt a profound loss that knocked me on … Continue reading Wake Me Up When… [This] Ends
Dear Bill
It’s been a long time since I last saw you, when mom and George went to visit you in Laguna Beach. Forty years to be exact. I loved that enclave you lived in, a little single-story apartment on a sweeping hill that rose up from the shore. It was my first trip to California. I … Continue reading Dear Bill
Yard Sale, Bourbon, and Takeout
I swore I’d never do it again. However, recent motivations like downsizing and attempting a more minimalist approach to the homestead, not to mention a Netflix documentary – the name of which escapes me today – about where our trash goes, led me to filling a giant box with stuff that “no longer serves” us. … Continue reading Yard Sale, Bourbon, and Takeout
Love’s Just a Bubble If You Don’t Take the Trouble to Make It : Pittsburgh Do-Over Part Two
We sat down at the bar and ordered wings, rings, and a couple of beers. There were two ladies bartending and only two older guys sitting on the corner to our left and a group of millennials on our right heavily tattooed and smelling of weed who left soon after we sat. On the far … Continue reading Love’s Just a Bubble If You Don’t Take the Trouble to Make It : Pittsburgh Do-Over Part Two
Pittsburgh Do-Over
The convertible saga continues… She remains at the garage getting her heart transplant (aka Coyote engine), and parts keep arriving on our doorstep, and Todd continues to peruse Facebook Marketplace as he always does and it’s almost always about cars Mustangs and car – things. Several weeks ago he showed me a pair of seats … Continue reading Pittsburgh Do-Over
I Don’t Have the Credentials
(10 minute read) Our lives have been incredibly busy over the last several weeks for multiple reasons including but not limited to me working in another office a couple of days a week (including my day off) and Todd working overtime on the convertible rebuild (remember – coyote engine). As such, I carry my day … Continue reading I Don’t Have the Credentials
Adapting – Part Two
So where does this leave me? Wanna guess? So, you might have noticed I crack jokes when I feel an emotional pull to lighten the mood. I actively avoid confrontation.* I get anxious, my heart rate goes up, fight or flight kicks in and I want to gloss over it if I can. HOWEVER, I … Continue reading Adapting – Part Two
Adapting – Part One
After work I changed into a sundress and then I couldn’t find a matching pair of sandals from the suitcase I’d brought with me. No one in the breakroom said a word about it, only that they liked my dress. When I left, I couldn’t find the Mustang that I’d driven (because my car wouldn’t … Continue reading Adapting – Part One
The Tara Chronicles 