The office Christmas Party is coming up, so the day was spent with food preparation. It is a luxurious overnight party at a resort, hosted by Attila’s generous employers. The dinner and the breakfast will not be suitable for me. I had to push to be allowed to bring my own dinner, originally the restaurant… Continue reading The Grinch Who Stole Christmas
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Arrival
Tank did me proud! While I was staying at the little house in the city, Tank was a bit unwieldy. When visiting the shops, we parked on the periphery of the lot, where there were few vehicles, and chose parking spaces that could be “driven through”. Yesterday morning I awoke at three, mused till four… Continue reading Arrival
Travel Plans
My last full day at the little house in the city dawned through cloud. It was a day lists; what to to bring back to the country house, what to bring on the next trip to the little house in the city. Attila and I will be coming back within a week or so, bringing… Continue reading Travel Plans
People Are Not Smarties
This morning I am thinking about Smarties. To all appearances I am “an old woman”. When I was a young woman, upon seeing me, I would have thought, “old woman”. In our culture “old woman” and “lady” are pejoratives, but not for me. The young, and many males who would be considered “old men” may… Continue reading People Are Not Smarties
The Best Kind Of Snow
Today I donated all my former work clothes to the women’s shelter in town, here at the little house in the city. I am sorry to see them go, they are very nice pants and tops, but I will never be that slim again, and someone else will be able to use them. While Tank… Continue reading The Best Kind Of Snow