My husband is out of town visiting his parents for a few days and I am reveling in the single life. Let’s be clear: I love my husband dearly. We have been married for almost thirty-six years and I would marry him all over again. However, since he has to be gone, I might as well make the most of it. What do I plan to do, you ask? I’m going to eat all the garlicky food I can cram into five days. Ever since my husband had Covid at the beginning of the pandemic he has been unable to tolerate the smell or taste of garlic. I am sure…

Well. I live in Pennsylvania now. It has been several months of decisions, chaos, boxes (so many boxes), and maybe a few tears. Have I mentioned I hate moving? Every single time, I insist I am never moving again. And yet, every single time I find myself packing up all our possessions and relocating. We don’t seem to believe in moving locally; we only do long-distance moves. I do see one more move in my future since we are renting a townhouse now and will eventually want to buy a house if the market ever cooperates. However, I am hoping we can make that a local move. We shall see.…

First of all, I am fully aware that today is not Tuesday. However, I have been meaning to tell you about Trinket Tuesday for weeks now. Yesterday was my last Trinket Tuesday so now seems to be a good time to finally write this post. I am sure you are thinking to yourself, “What is Trinket Tuesday?” (You are also probably wondering how many times I can use the phrase “Trinket Tuesday” in one post. The answer is I will use it so often it will soon lose all meaning and simply become an annoying sound that rings in your head forever.) Trinket Tuesday sprang into being one slow week…

Do you ever want to run away? Not in a life-altering, leave everything behind and start over in a new country kind of way (though, hmmm, you could talk me into it) but in a “the world is too much with us; late and soon” kind of way. You start being driven crazy by your family who are doing nothing particularly wrong. You get grumpier and grumpier. You decide no one loves you and you love no one and if you don’t get out of the house soon you are going to push someone off the balcony. Unfortunately, while a murder charge will provide you with a peaceful, quiet cell,…

Life has been full of a lot of nonsense lately. Who needs work and bills and laundry, and endless errands? And the cooking; why does my family insist on eating every day? And where do they put all the food? And why is it all so expensive? Also, why doesn’t my life have more cake in it? I could handle the nonsense if there were more cake. This morning, my husband had a doctor’s appointment and then we went out for breakfast. It was very nice. We had time to chat without adult children wandering through the room constantly. I’m not sure how our two kids seem to always be…