Author Archives: chick

Yesterday I had no specific plans for the day. Then I read the “lake news” and noticed a price reduction on a lake cottage in Massachusetts. I suddenly and uncharacteristically called up the Realtor and asked to see the place. … Continue reading →

There’s this theory going around in online articles that Boomers “retire forward” and Gen-Xers “retire backward.” That is, Boomers hope to do in retirement all the things that they’ve always wished they could do but didn’t have the time, money, … Continue reading →

Yesterday my husband and I went to an open house. We had high hopes for this particular cottage and were prepared to make an offer if we liked the it as much in person as we had online. We’d even … Continue reading →

The other night I signed in to The New Yorker so that I could enter the weekly caption contest, only to find that I’d missed the deadline. Dang it. But of course there was a new cartoon waiting for a … Continue reading →

On Saturday I dusted and reorganized my bookshelves. This was necessary because 1. The books and shelves had gotten mighty dusty, 2. Livia had borrowed a bunch of books and then returned them after I’d filled in all the gaps … Continue reading →

My husband built a wishing well to conceal our house’s wellhead. The local robins thought it was swell. They kept attempting to build nests on the roof beams. My husband got so fed up with them that he tried putting … Continue reading →

I have watched so much TV lately. Too much. But, I’ve found some movies worth not only watching but rewatching, and that’s not a bad thing. One of those movies is Champagne Problems, available on Netflix. In this romance, workaholic … Continue reading →

At work, now that I’m no longer shackled to that unpleasant project, I feel a little less mopey. There’s nothing on my schedule, and I can work on whatever I please. Mostly I’ve been writing and editing documentation, a task … Continue reading →

I have forgotten so much about the years when my kids were small, and that makes me sad, but some things have stayed with me. I still can’t read the word “triangle” without hearing it in my head as “trigingle,” … Continue reading →