My husband Michael and I have different definitions of “early.” Five minutes, maybe ten–that’s good enough for me. Michael? Fifteen, ideally more. I learned this early on in our relationship. We were going to meet friends for dinner. Michael walked into the bathroom and said, “You’re not ready yet?” “We don’t have to be there…
Month: September 2024
The Master of the House
I grabbed my breakfast bowl and headed into the living room. I plopped myself down on the couch and that’s when I saw him, sitting on one of the recliner chairs as if he was part of the decor, his black and white fur complementing the dark gray chair. Teo is not our cat. But…
Camino with Dad 2024: Just When You Think You Know Someone . . .
June 15, 2024 Did you feel the earth wobble on its axis a few hours ago? That was because my father was eating KALE SOUP. We sat down to the table and there were EDIBLE FLOWERS in our bowls. And he ate those, too!! Two years ago had I stumbled into the garden of a…
Camino with Dad 2024: Routines
Dad: Did you check for bedbugs yet? Me: No! (I stop what I’m doing and walk to my bed.) Dad: Though in a place like this, I doubt there’s a problem. Me: Yes–I’ve heard that bedbugs look at how many stars a hotel has and choose accordingly (as I pull up the sheets of one…
Camino with Dad 2024: A Poem
June 15, 2024: Another dayAnother fresh squeezed orange juiceAnother bar giving us a free snack when we order our breakfastAnother medieval bridgeAnother taxi ad in the middle of nowhere in case the 16 miles walk is too much for usAnother napAnother day meeting people from all over the worldAnother day Dad and I are lucky…
Camino with Dad 2024: The Bar
June 14, 2024: Upon arriving in a town after a long stretch on the Camino de Santiago, pilgrims often stop at the first bar they see. If it’s morning, we may get a coffee and a snack, maybe some for water; later in the day it may be a beer or glass of wine to…
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