Posts in category "self-improvement"

Counting the years...in wrinkles

Counting the years...in wrinkles
Wrinkled clothes, that is. The Joliat girls are extraordinary ironers.  It was an Irish/Catholic school/uniform blouse/child management legacy- who really knows? But as soon as we were tall enough to stand up to the ironing board- we ironed. Our learner’s permit was earned on hankies and pillow cases.  We set up the board in the... Read more »

Touch and Go

Touch and Go
In his crazy-eights youth, Steve would toss off his marital status as “separated- Janet’s in the suburbs, and I am in Chicago.”  Ha Ha. Fast forward 30 odd years, and that joke becomes our truth. Except that he is in Pompano Beach, and I am in Chicago. With strategic blending. This is a blending week,... Read more »

Random Observations on a Cruel Winter, Pt 1

Random Observations on a Cruel Winter, Pt 1
I’m tired of winter. You are, too. I am WAY more fortunate than most because I don’t drive to work, park overnight on the street, or work in the elements.  My dogs scamper to their dog run, so I do not even have to walk them. I like to snow blow: I never complain about... Read more »
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Autumnal Rapture

OK- it has been an amazing Fall.  I cannot bitch in the face of oncoming winter, because the weather gods have conspired to seduce me. I cannot remember a string of  Autumnal days with bluer skies and better temperatures.  The cool nights mean open window sleeping, which means early leaf blower mornings. I don’t mind... Read more »

18 Years from the Last Shot and a Beer

18 Years from the Last Shot and a Beer
  18 years ago, a blurry eyed and hung over Steve Dahl put down his Jack Daniels and beer.  He had a concert at Navy Pier, and his boys (14,12,10) were there to see him. Dress rehearsal had been stressful. He was working with Brian Wilson, a legend and hero.  His friend Joe Thomas was... Read more »

I Pop, therefore I Am

OK- so here is my popcorn routine. I am a yellow corn person.  It is fluffier, therefore holds more butter.  I am an Orville Redenbacher fan, though I am preparing to have a Pop Off with Pop Secret.  Popcorn may well all come from the same hybrid seeds these Monsanto days.  I remember when a... Read more »
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Project Two, the Attic. Done.

Project Two, the Attic.  Done.
Steve is never permitted to skeedaddle to Florida until all the Christmas stuff is in the attic.  This year he got lucky:  it was cold the week before he left, and so despite his OCD need to have things in order, he tossed the crates and foliage into the opening at the top of the... Read more »

Alone Again, Naturally

Alone Again, Naturally
Steve is in Florida for the next 100 days, getting his endorphins balanced and avoiding the Midwestern gloom that asphyxiates him.  I am content to stay here, with my pack of Milly and Mabel to dig in with.  As I type this, they are stereo-snoring on the bed and I am rethinking my choice. My... Read more »

Got it!

Got it!
Here is my pickle jar- not so grand as the image I attached to my last post- but adequate for my purposes.  $ 5.00.  That seems high, right? It came with a carrying handle that Steve and I were unable to affix.  Then we both wondered why anyone wanted to carry pickles.  Or why I... Read more »
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For the New Year

For the New Year
This is not an original idea.  I have stolen it.  Now I am spreading it. I pitched it to my youngest son today, and even though we were on the phone I could see his eyes rolling back into his head. Later this afternoon, I am going to pick up a par-baked pizza for our... Read more »