Spring cleaning is a bit of a cruel joke, isn’t it? It is supposed to occur around March, once all the sparkle of the new year has rusted.
In the first week of the year, we are determined to compose a list of promises detailing how we are going to approach the coming 365 days of life. But, how can we expect to keep our resolutions to be better, new improved people when our homes are full of the past year’s baggage.
Let’s agree to reschedule this so-called “spring cleaning”.
As the the days in December started running out, my…Keep reading
One of the things I miss most from my childhood is bubbles.
Bubbles are awesome and shiny and they float. Anybody can play with bubbles. They aren’t for just boys or just girls. They aren’t fancy or expensive so anybody can afford them. They don’t need batteries or an outlet or instructions or a service plan.
They don’t require software updates. They never get bugs or glitches or prompt you to sign a 2 year contract. Nobody ever calls bubble tech support. Nobody ever needs to order a replacement part for their bubble apparatus. Nobody ever loses at bubbles.
Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.
It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of seeing your face. Last time we met, I saw you eying the twenty something blonde at the next table.
After 6 years together, I’ll admit my looks were fading, the crow’s feet becoming ever more apparent. That can really do a number on a girl’s ego. So I took a leave of absence, while I (or rather, the blog) underwent a major makeover, complete with many necessary lifts and tucks. The unwanted was removed. The good was enhanced. Silicon was implanted.
I was a late bloomer when it came to apple cider. Texas isn’t apple country. It’s peach, jalapeno and taco country. Apples were always shipped in from north of the Mason Dixon line, so apple picking was never part of my fall agenda.
Then I moved to New York and I became an instant convert. Apple season typically starts in September. By the time November rolls around, the Greenmarket at Union Square is overflowing with apples of more varieties than I ever knew existed. And with the apples (and the ever growing cold) comes cider. Hot, spicy, naturally sweet…Keep reading