Well, I’d better get used to it, because that’s what I am. I was downgraded to doddering geezer status the instant I blew out my knee. In the process, I also became a virtual prisoner in my own home. Mornings are the most terrible. The twenty feet between my bed and the bathroom presents a … Continue reading I’m not cut out to be an invalid
Acrophobia, for you sane, well-adjusted types, is a fear of heights. A deep, abiding, knee-knocking, mortal aversion to altitudes above sea level. So what could possess me to scamper out onto my balcony, 110 feet straight up (assuming a mean height of ten feet per floor)? Just one thing I can think of: a soft, … Continue reading acrophobic on an 11th floor balcony
I come bearing grim news: summer is officially over. The untimely and unwelcome arrival of Labor Day has put the final nail in the coffin. Pools are closing, schools have opened, and days already grow shorter. I flipping hate this time of year. It comes way too soon and far too abruptly; I’m never, ever … Continue reading next stop, freezistan
Am I the only oddball who loves the heat? It sure feels that way. As soon as the temperature inches above 60º the whining and bellyaching begins. Ohmygawd, it’s so hot ... it's like an oven ... a steam bath ... a sauna ... an incinerator ... the depths of hell ... and on and on. What … Continue reading a plug for summer
Aren’t these supposed to be the sweltering, muggy dog days of summer? Shouldn’t we be sprawled on porches, stuck to our chairs, sweating like beer bottles? You bet, but the last time I checked it was 66º, which is a far cry from sweltering. I’d call it bracing, bordering on brisk. Seriously, are you wilting … Continue reading this is august?