Finally I sat down at my computer and booked music events. So far I have 4 booked for February and am thinking about a bunch in January, this month. I am so happy about it. Also booking some travel destinations but more about that later. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Yes, Christmas is over. Not just the day but the whole week of rich food,, family and friends, gifts and special events, football and movies. It’s exhausting. Now it’s time to get back to a normal life and a routine and some structure. May New Year 2024 be peaceful and productive. May we all experience

It was warm and cosy. It felt like being inside a well-insulated bird’s nest. The gifts were great, with a twinch of humor and practicality. And we will have an instant replay when another branch of the family arrives for the New Years weekend. But my heart aches for those who don’t have family, money

Why do I do this? Why do I believe the unsolicited ads which appear on my computer screen. But I do. I took a free Circuit car to Galleria Mall, determined to find some blouses because they were gorgeous on line and cheap as chips. Not so. Apparently what’s on line is not what’s in

Queen Effie is my bike, and I love it. I use it for transportation but, in reality, only ride about 15 miles a week. Heck, my son does 36 miles on Saturdays AND another 36 on Sundays. Guess I’m a wimp. And I try hard to avoid main roads because: I had an appointment at

I cancelled my Botox appointment today. And named my bike, Queen Eva, after Evie in my building and Eva Perone. Then I spent 4 hours learning how to order groceries on Amazon. I like going to the supermarket better because I always stop and have a cup of coffee. Time to get out of my

I took two buses yesterday and was disappointed that there were only 5 arguements. Actually, only 3 — the other two were just skirmishes. At one stop, a middled-aged man got on the bus, confronted a female passenger with right arm outstretched and palm up and said, “Gimme my phone now or I call the

I’ve never conquered the bra thing. My girls either droop or are up somewhere around my neck. And my bra hurts. Plastic rods poke my underarms and side seams cut into me. When I loosen the hooks in the back a notch, the girls plunge south. Not a good look. So I bit the bullet

As I came out of my GP’s office, I looked across the street to a gray, nondescript building with a sign which said TIMELESS BEAUTY SPA, I viewed the buiding, kicked a few stones on the verge and considered. What do they actually do? Finally I found myself inside the reception room and as a

Yes, I stole something. The first time in my life, and it was surprisingly easy. My home doesn’t have anything growing in it, if you discount the mold on the cheese in the frig. No plants, no vines, no flowers. Yes, I have plastic stuff but I need something that changes and grows, with leaves