COVID-19 is out there. It could get me, which is why I’m doing a lot of weird stuff lately. Like soaping down the potatoes. For twenty seconds, of course. Read more.
A Case of the Human Condition
I’m Barbara Falconer Newhall and I’ve got an incurable Case of the Human Condition. And since you do too, I’m counting on you to laugh and cry along with me as I riff on life as we know it . . . Below you'll read about my creaky, old fifties house, my forays into home gardening, my shopping stories, my spectacularly low-fashion wardrobe -- and more.
Will Donald Trump Be the Death of Me? Pardon My Rant as I Shelter in Place — and Wind Up Praying for the President. Day 11
Dying is bad enough. It’s another thing to contemplate dying because Donald Trump is in the White House. Read more.
Day 10 Sheltering at Home — No Furnace, No Heat
No furnace, no heat. Last month as COVID-19 bore down on California, our 70-year-old sewer line gave out. Today, our 31-year-old furnace followed suit. Read more.
Sheltering at Home Day 9: I’m Going for the Small — Really Small — Pleasures.
There are small pleasures to be had while sheltering in place. OK, they’re really, really small. But I’m making the most of them. Read more.
Desperate Times, Desperate Measures: I Just Used Glue on a Postage Stamp — Sheltering Day 8
I’m breaking rules all over the place today, like using forbidden glue to attach stamps to an envelope. Desperate times, desperate measures. Read more.
Dining in a Construction Zone — Sheltering at Home Day 7
We’re dining in a construction zone. Social distancing has brought our home remodel to a halt, so we’re moving into our half-finished dining room anyway. Read more.
Oh-Oh. Is Cabin Fever Setting In? — Sheltering at Home Day 6
Is cabin fever setting in at our house? Staying home and out of breathing distance of COVID-19 is driving me and mine into cranky arguments. Read more.