We just splurged on a fancy-pants electric toilet with a seat warmer and all sorts of bells and whistles. Unfortunately, it’s so complicated, it requires instruction to operate! Instead of taking reading material to the toilet, we’ve had to study before sitting! And so, with this tale of the toilet, please indulge me in a little potty talk! Read more
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For at least a year now, I’ve noticed a problem with my eyes. No, that’s not specific enough. I’ve noticed a problem with my vision. No, that’s still not specific enough. For almost one year, I’ve had increasing trouble seeing. There. I’ve said it. I’m having trouble seeing. Read more
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I’m a clean freak but I’ve met my match. I’m sitting in the middle of my house, surrounded by dust. I could clean, but I’ve given up. Yes, I’ve thrown in the dust towel. Read more
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Karen Galatz
Like most adults, I've seen my share of joys and sadness, and I find the best response to it all is humor.
Tale of the Toilet
It's Potty Time
We just splurged on a fancy-pants electric toilet with a seat warmer and all sorts of bells and whistles. Unfortunately, it’s so complicated, it requires instruction to operate! Instead of taking reading material to the toilet, we’ve had to study before sitting! And so, with this tale of the toilet, please indulge me in a little potty talk! Read more
Happy Thanksgiving
Be it vegan, vegetarian, paleo, or traditional,
may your holiday be filled with favorite foods.
But most of all, I hope your day is
overflowing with laughter, love, fond memories, and gratitude.
As for me, I’m adding a hearty helping of thanks
for all my fantastic Muddling through Middle Aged readers.
Happy Thanksgiving.
It’s All a Blur. A Problem with My Eyes
At Last! An Old-Age Lament I'm Ok With!
For at least a year now, I’ve noticed a problem with my eyes. No, that’s not specific enough. I’ve noticed a problem with my vision. No, that’s still not specific enough. For almost one year, I’ve had increasing trouble seeing. There. I’ve said it. I’m having trouble seeing. Read more
Clean Freak Meets Her Match
Dust and Debris, One. Housewife, Zero
I’m a clean freak but I’ve met my match. I’m sitting in the middle of my house, surrounded by dust. I could clean, but I’ve given up. Yes, I’ve thrown in the dust towel. Read more
Machismo on the Road
Fast Times. Big Trucks and Third-Finger Salutes
Here in the West, machismo on the road rules. It’s all about fast times. Big trucks. And go, man, go! Especially at a yellow light.
Just yesterday Handsome Hubby and I were reminded of that speed-up-at-a-yellow-light rule when Read more
My Face Has Gone to the Dogs
More Bow Wow than Wow
When I was a child, my Uncle George would grab my cheeks so hard I thought he’d lift me off the ground.
“Such a shayna punim,” he’d exclaim with joy. (The term is Yiddish. It literally means “pretty face” but colloquially means what a pretty girl.)
“Yes!” my parents would reply with equal joy.
At 6, I hated Uncle George as I rubbed my aching cheeks, and I hated my parents for allowing this unwelcome greeting. Read more