Monthly Archives: January 2004

Florida!

Surprise! I?m going to Florida! I?ve never been before, but my sis, who is taking some much-needed R&R, persuaded me to join her there on Sunday for a few days. She says the beaches are beautiful, even prettier than the ones in SoCal, and I got an amazingly cheap...

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The Ugly Side of Beauty

The French have a saying (don’t they always?) which goes something like, “Il faut souffrir pour &ecirctre belle”, which means something like, “One has to suffer to be beautiful”. Anyone who’s ever had her eyebrows (or anything else) waxed or squeezed into control top pantyhose or worn high heels...

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First/Last

Today, my trainer was telling me that your face is the first place you lose weight, but the last place you gain it. Or, as she put it: “If your face is fat, your ass is already there.” Words of wisdom, n’est-ce pas? And speaking of words: why do...

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Loss of Liberty

While reading the always entertaining and informative New Yorker with my coffee this morning, I discovered that although I, too, am always entertaining, there are egegrious lapses in my information department. A small ad caught my eye (I always check out the ads in the New Yorker, since quite...

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Time

While lying on the couch the other night, annoyed by the patient ticking of the 250+ year old grandfather clock – yes, the same one I went through hell to restore and ship here from England, and yes, I realize it’s perverse of me to resent this beautiful heirloom,...

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Noisy

Spending so much time in the country over the past few months has pretty much cured my fear of the dark. I’m still not its biggest fan, and I would still hesitate before walking into an abandoned house or a cemetery in the middle of the night, but I...

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Explosions

I wake up slowly in the morning. Very slowly. I put the kettle on, grind the coffee, pour the boiling water onto the perfectly ground perfectly Caffe Trieste mocha java, and take it back to bed to read, drink my coffee, and contemplate the horror of being (technically) awake....

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Fired Up

Back in civilization (for now). No dogs, no Mom. Just cats and the city (new HBO series?). Mom is amusing herself by baffling the doctors with her will to live, so unless you hear otherwise, it is, as Talking Heads put it, same as it ever was. Pretty much...

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Dogged

Faithful readers will recall how John and I got landed with Mom?s cat. If you?re curious about how that?s working out, her life is still pretty much like a hunted gazelle on the Nature Channel, with our cats chasing her and/or hissing at her, when they bother to acknowledge...

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Green Acres

Here at Green Acres (and I do mean green, since it only rains here in the winter, and yeah, it?s winter, and yeah, it?s raining), there is no cell phone service and no TV unless you have a satellite dish. These two phenomena may well be related, but I...

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Country Mile

It was 33 fun-filled degrees when I woke up this morning. Yikes! I can tell my brother & sister are hardy frontier types, whereas I am and will always be a city girl. They’re way more used to the cold than I am. Mom was released from the hospital...

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Hello/Goodbye

Back home, briefly. Ran around all day taking care of things that had accumulated during my week+ absence at the trailer park (I had only planned to be gone for 3 or 4 days). Wasted all day Friday sitting around the house waiting for the post office to deliver...

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Scarface

Mom has finally been removed from Intensive Care and is now in the general hospital population. So she’s still in the hospital, but it’s, relatively speaking, hospital lite. Still hospital, though. And we’re still on the rollercoaster. Once you get on this ride, you can never get off, it...

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