Got up at 2:15 to catch a 5:30 flight outta LAX to DC via BWI. Hair still mostly braided, mildly grubby grey t-shirt, walking with a gimp, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. That did not stop me from heading to Whole Foods for provisions. If I hafta spend three days … Continue reading Okay…You Got Me.
Waiting for the Stall
Getting used to the French practice of restrooms is taking...well, some getting used to. I have NO problem paying 70 euro cents (to which they frequently refer as “centimes”, which I find really delightful... before we left, my mother sweetly produced French francs for us, in case we needed to piddle, forgetting about the euros... … Continue reading Waiting for the Stall
Watching Soccer the French Way
I think I've been spoiled by the American stadiums, because Parc des Princes Stadium in Paris is...um... well... The best part was I was using a cane due to knee problems and wow, they hustled us straight through the disabled line, no wait for me there. We figured we’d eat dinner there, being used to, … Continue reading Watching Soccer the French Way
Dealing with Sadistic Elevators while Mildly Intoxicated
I’ve got torn meniscus on both sides of my left knee, so it only puts up with so many stairs before it starts seriously objecting. The French Metro, on the other hand, is a miracle of ups and downs to get to the various platforms and, being constructed in 1900, it’s not what you’d consider … Continue reading Dealing with Sadistic Elevators while Mildly Intoxicated
Drying Your Paws Without Wetting Them…
So yesterday was a mad dash back from the worksite, as we’re leaving for the Paris/London adventure today. Landed at Burbank and, as usual, while I waited for my bag to arrive at the outdoor Southwest bag claim, I availed myself of the nearby ladies’ loo. I’ve neve been able to make that damn paper … Continue reading Drying Your Paws Without Wetting Them…
Wisconsin in April…
I’m spending two weeks here in Wisconsin again. Same hotel, same hotel ROOM as two weeks ago. I went to the grocery in my little soda can with four wheels when I got here Monday (really, Hertz? I’m supposed to be President’s Gold Unicorn Fart Club, where’s my Masarati? Or at least a Ford Fusion, … Continue reading Wisconsin in April…
A Dog’s Litter Box
I don't know about you all, but seriously, Abby loathes the rain. And personally, I'm no great fan of following the damn hound as she alternatively careens around the garden and slowly shuffles through the mud as I try to cover both she and I with an outsized umbrella while she contemplates the perfect spot … Continue reading A Dog’s Litter Box
Amnesia…It’s Not All It’s (Head) Cracked Up To Be…
I’d tell you all about my experience with amnesia but frankly, I can’t remember much about it. My beloved can, however. What I DO remember was taking down curtains in our son’s room, prepping for his impending boomerang. They haven’t been washed since they first went up, and the room is, frankly, a wee bit … Continue reading Amnesia…It’s Not All It’s (Head) Cracked Up To Be…
Exchanging more than glances…
The stranger knocked on our cabin door and whispered, “I have money...can you help me?” I opened it, grinned and said, “Do come in.” Sounds like the beginning of a bad novel or that we’ve begun an illicit drug trade aboard the Royal Princess, but in fact I seem to have started a non-profit bureau … Continue reading Exchanging more than glances…
Kayaking in the Azores
We got caught in a cowjam. It’s quite common, as our tour guide explained, and delighted me, because as a kid in England I would help herd cows from one field to the other. Really, the cows don’t need herding, they know full well where they’re going. Having a human along is more to … Continue reading Kayaking in the Azores
Examining Misadventures 