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Enchanting
October 28th, 2018 by suzy in Country Life 1 Comment

Megan and I were not in a hurry to get home that sunny Saturday afternoon. We had often driven past The Madrones, but never stopped in. We decided this was the day. The Madrones, named for the tree, includes lodging, a spa, a charming shop or two, and a delightful restaurant, all located around a […]

Lunch
October 23rd, 2018 by suzy in Country Life,Family,Friends,Jessica 1 Comment

Beautiful Downtown Boonville When I woke up the next day, it gladdened my Grinchy heart to peek over the driftwood railings at Jessica, sleeping peacefully on the couch in her fuzzy skeleton PJs. I sneakily fed the cats and made coffee, following my usual weekend routine of drinking coffee in bed with the cats while […]

Sleepover
October 16th, 2018 by suzy in Country Life 1 Comment

The first thing when planning a successful sleepover is to get the right assortment of snacks: Salt and vinegar chips, Pringles, Starburst, Almond Roca thins (did you know those existed? If not, go and get some. You can thank me later) and Jessica’s favorite Whoppers pretty much covered all the bases as far as I […]

Pearls
October 10th, 2018 by suzy in Country Life,Friends 1 Comment

One day as I stepped out of the shower*, my pearls slipped from around my neck to the bathroom floor. After nearly 30 years of dedicated service, the string of pearls John gave me for my 30th birthday** had broken. It was time to get them restrung, but it’s times like this when you realize […]

Updates
October 6th, 2018 by suzy in Calamity Suzy,Cats,Country Life 1 Comment

Other than the Case of the Missing Landlord* and the plumbing mutiny, here’s what’s been happening in and around Stately Suzy Manor. The Epic Dental Safari: I went to see my dentist after the hell of the root canal. It was supposed to be for a minor surface filling and to get the night guard**, […]

Ghosted
October 2nd, 2018 by suzy in House 2 Comments

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always broken up with (or been broken up with) in person. Maybe it’s old school, but there’s never been a Post-It or ghosting involved. Until now. One day, I discovered that my landlord Mark and his wife Citlali had suddenly decamped to Southern California somewhere. They took everything […]