I had yummy ingredients in hand: Cucumber, basil and strawberries from the garden, blueberries from the local farm, and 25 year old balsamic vinegar. I set it on the table and Daughter says “Why? Why would you do that to perfectly good blueberries?” Sigh. DH even looked at it dubiously. He knew better than to […]
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In February, I thought I was going to be able to do the triathlon. My knee was healing but I just had a pesky “deltoids” pain. Then I found it was more than that, a labrum tear, and now adhesions. I can’t raise my hand over my head hence I can’t swim. No triathlon for
I mentioned to a friend (who also consumes books like I do) that I was reading Margaret Atwood’s Year of the Flood. Friend says, “it must be depressing. I can’t read her stuff.” I noted that although I did like Atwood’s writing, it had been 19 years since I read Handmaid’s Tale, and that 19
One of the first lines in the Katy Perry movie is spoken by a couple of middle-aged women going to the California Dreams Tour concert who acknowledge that they might be older than the average fan. This could have been me. I love Katy Perry music. Daughter said she was rummaging around in my itunes
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