Busy Vees

Busy Vees

My husband and I enjoy meeting people. I’ve often been called a social butterfly, and he’s one, too. In proper male terms, of course. Honest interest in others is infectious; it gains us many acquaintances and friends. In any conversation’s opening...
New Car

New Car

Remember when the annual fall arrival of newly-designed automobiles arrived at one’s local dealer? Please say that you do, Baby Boomer or other generational reader. Please placate the writer; it’s the premise of this post. The big reveal was standardized...
Walk like a Norwegian

Walk like a Norwegian

Can you overlay the title paraphrase on the Bangles’ hit song? The mesmerizing melody could haunt… If you can’t, here’s help from your friend, Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cv6tuzHUuuk I’ve been attempting to walk like a...
Simple, simple, simple

Simple, simple, simple

My Boomer friends and I are fuming. It feels better to be fribbly fuss-budget than be-fuddled. Agreed? Our griping may be similar to the Angry White Man diatribes, the male version of snark, about Every Thing that’s Wrong with America. (clue: it’s all the...
A before B and C = see you later

A before B and C = see you later

I scrutinized my look in the mirror. Closely, as I tried to re-create the facial expression at the moment when that woman asked me my age. Though I’d slept on the sensation (the conversation occurred the previous evening), I still fully recalled the internal...