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.
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.
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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.
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
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
Dating is Tough? Try Finding a Contractor
The Contractor Crunch!
In the old days, I thought dating was tough. Forget that. Try finding a reliable contractor!