Our neighbors were selling their car and promptly had it tuned up and detailed to fetch the best price. As they drove the car home from the shop, they decided to keep driving it. The engine purred, the chrome glistened, and the stains on the upholstery had vanished. The curious presence of a “new car smell” solidified their decision.
You know, there are few things in life that are guaranteed to cause my friends and family to collapse with what I like to call “laugh cramps” than when I injure myself. I don’t mean to suggest that they are not generally sympathetic and concerned, but ... well, yes, I guess I do; these people are cold, I’m telling you, stone cold, heartless human beings.
I’ve recently begun the Catie-G’ma Bookclub, an attempt to keep connected with my long-distance 2-year-old granddaughter.
Every summer, my brother-in-law, Gregg’s, parents rent a house at Emerald Isle, and Gregg’s whole family – including my sister, Susan, and their three teens – comes down from Ohio for a week’s vacation.
The good news for folks around Chapel Hill is that Elaine O’Neil will continue her series of North Carolina “Luv This Place” calendars for 2015. Her four previous editions, each with 12 different prints of her unique and quirky views of our state’s special places, have become collectables.
In Victor Hugo's “Les Miserables,” Jean Valjean spends 19 years of his early life in prison. After his release from prison, he is befriended by a bishop, who invites him into his home. During the night, Jean Valjean wakes up, steals silver plates from the bishop, and flees. He is caught. The police bring him back to the bishop.
A few weeks ago our friend Evan sat with me in the kitchen while I rustled up some food. Evan is a surgeon by day and a weekend potter. I poured something into a bowl he gave us..
Denton, Texas, is considering a permanent ban on fracking within the city limits. While they are considering the matter, they have banned fracking.
True story -- Friday, June 27, 2014, 3:40 pm:
Robot: Hello! Welcome to AT&T customer service! I see that you’re calling from 555-GET-REAL. Is that the phone number you’re calling about?
My mother suffered with Alzheimer’s disease for an unusually long time, and it took her away from us in small and large pieces that led up to a final physical departure from this earth. In the early stages her disease exhibited itself through a loss of organizational skills, often manifested by an obsessive re-arranging of her extensive wardrobe.
I’m going out of town today, to Blowing Rock for the month of July. This is thrilling for me, since the heat and humidity here have reached approximately the same temperature at which I bake lasagna.
I’ve recently begun the Catie-G’ma Bookclub, an attempt to keep connected with my long-distance 2-year-old granddaughter. It all began a couple months after my Christmas mailing and my son told me that the packages I sent wrapped arrived unwrapped. Standing in line at the post office several months later, I was thinking about a solution to better book sending and missing my little Catie like crazy when I spotted these wild looking festive mailers.
Selling your home is like a formal ball, where you accept an “invitation” from an interested “suitor,” wondering if he’s The One of whom you have dreamed.
I make a lot of fun of my family, telling hilarious stories about my visits to Ohio, about my parents, who are becoming more “seasoned” citizens every day (Dad is 87 now, and Mom turned 86 in March). And yes, hand to God, it is like “otherworldly” crazy up there, like being plunged into a family tornado ... or, maybe a family hurricane, which is not quite as destructive, but is much wider in scope, you know?
I recently inflated my bike tires near the barn and none of the horses took note of the loud whooshing sound that escaped when I pulled the pump off of the valve stem. The horses kept grazing, but Peter’s spotted mule lifted his head and snorted in fear. Cledus was certain that whatever this was, it was out to get him.