My Pee Gee Hydrangeas are looking magnificently white and huge.
Did some potatoes get thrown at passing vehicles?
Maybe I’ll continue to wonder how old really the mustard is in the fridge.
California. That place way over there – the one that’s warm, that seems so hip, that does not seem to have any leftover Pilgrims or people who grill with chAHcoal. I’m sad.
And although I am not packing to go anywhere this week, I muse joyfully that I am at the ready. I’m packed and eager to go 24/7, chomping at the bit, ready for adventure.
I look like a cross between Kevin on “The Office” and Aunt Bee in this bathing suit; it’s simply a piece of fabric to throw on when I am done. Done. Done.
I like travel on the cheap; we bring our own lunches, eat at various bodegas, fill our water bottles. And teenagers can figure this out on their own and make great choices when the money they have to spend is their own.
Welcome Graduates, Distinguished Guests, Mothers who only moments ago were yelling, “What do you mean you can’t find your shoes?”
A SWAP. No money exchanges hands, there is no fund raising, a SWAP is a simple way to streamline your wardrobe, help the environment and perhaps share your fabulous wardrobe with someone else.
This week I muse joyfully on mothers and all they do, all they are and all they love.