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Adult; a dolt; a lot; adultery; daunted; dated; elated; unadulterated; undulate; dull; lull; loll A doll; LOL--just a little word play to take the edge off of my full plate. Congratulate! ...
Seasons 57
I was seated in the prime spot, 180 degrees opposite the double glass door, which afforded great light from a final summer day. I had just ordered a flight of Remarkable Reds, paying a premium for the privilege to sample three wine splashes along with a flatbread pizza that would spread across the bar top. It was a deal of remarkable proportions, something that I needed and deserved.
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 dance , the questions are tentative, formulaic. Like back in the early days of college when it was “what’s your name/major/minor/home town.” Nowadays, people inevitably ask, “What do you do?”
New Car
Remember when the annual fall arrival of newly-designed automobiles arrived at one’s local dealer?
It was a rite, a ceremony, an extravaganza! A party that my family got dressed up for, often receiving baby orchids pinned to our lapels. As if it were Prom or Easter.
Walk like a Norwegian
Can you overlay the title paraphrase on the Bangles’ hit song? The mesmerizing melody could haunt…
Simple, simple, simple
The local cable TV company has unilaterally demanded that all households replace their unencumbered TVs with a little electronics box. I’d say more if I understood, but my friends and I agree that we just want on/off. No circumlocution through the amplifier with its surround sound, no extra buttons to push on the remote, no hurdles to jump before one can watch a favorite show.
A before B and C = see you later
I scrutinized my look in the mirror. Closely, as I tried to re-create my facial expression at the moment when she asked me my age.
Incredulous. Seriously. With that loo-ong beat of pause.
Drought-tolerant
“Please don’t!” I heard myself say and, expeditiously, my guest complied.
I couldn’t believe that I was refusing help in the kitchen, to clean up after a dinner party, but I was… She needed to be arrested.
Social Life
Our social life as migrated to the middle of the week? Has yours as well?
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