With the coronavirus sequestering us at home, our remodel has kept us company. It’s brought living, breathing — masked — people into our house. Read more.
I’m Bored. No, It’s Worse Than That. I’m Boring. Sheltering at Home Week 10
I’d love to chat with the neighbor I spot on the street. But nothing’s happening in my locked-down life. I’ve got no gossip, no big news. I’m boring. Read more.
My Pretty New Clothes — Shall I Just Wear Them Around the House? Sheltering at Home Week 10
My pretty new clothes. I bought them last fall. They’re just hanging in my closet. Shall I take them out and wear them to scrub pots and deadhead azaleas? Read more.
I Need a Haircut. Or do I? Sheltering at Home. Week 9
Nine weeks into the coronavirus shut-down, I’m wondering — do I need a haircut? What would happen if I just let it grow…and grow? Read more.
My Coronavirus Nightmare — I’m in a Crowd of People and I Forgot My Mask. Sheltering at Home Week 9
My psyche is no slouch. It’s keeping up with current events, and it’s invented a coronavirus nightmare to match the times. Read more.
At 78, I Still Have a Lot of Living to Do — Do the Deciders Care? Sheltering at Home Week 8
I’m 78 and I still have a lot of living to do. But I’m feeling marginalized by the coronavirus deciders — corporate leaders, power brokers, TV pundits. Read more.
Hallelujah! Our Porta-Potty Is Back. Construction Work Resumes. Sheltering at Home Week 8
Work on our remodel has been suspended for weeks. So, as construction work resumes, a porta-potty out front is a sight for sore eyes. Read more.