Happier with Less

I have learned a lot about myself during the quarantine. I don’t need much to be happy. Strip me of my $7 coffee or tea, take the take-outs away, and I am still comfortable and content. The simpler life suits me just fine. Being at home with my husband, cooking every day, cleaning up together -declaring dishwashing part of his Physical Therapy, because he is still not allowed to lift anything that’s no heavier than a coffee cup.

Dear Neighbor!

Now you are sitting at home, your pantry is overflowing with foods you bought for you and your family. The freezer is filled up to the rim, and the refrigerators -yes even the one in the garage- are filled with everything you could get your hands on.

Tunafish and Toilet Paper

I went to the grocery store yesterday, and the amount of heavily loaded grocery carts people were pushing around shocked me. “Are we the only house with a pantry in our neighborhood?” I wondered. I concentrated on my own shopping list and tried not to be affected by the hoarding behavior around me.

Smart Ass Tuesday

The Picky Eater and the Human Garbage Disposal

My husband is a picky eater. He searches for fat around the meat and pushes food, which he thinks might not please him, to the side. “I cannot stand the texture of fat,” he says, and I can see the disgust on his face when he looks at my marbled ribeye.

How about these Dishes?

I love our kitchen, but it’s rather small, and whenever I feel like I cannot live another day without a dishwasher, I look at the cabinet space I would lose and my desire for another appliance flies out of the window. 

A Different Kind of Pumpkin

 

Like every year we will welcome trick-or-treaters on Halloween. Our home will be spooky, my husband will be goofy and our dogs will be pounding in the backyard. 

Restaurant Chains A to F Grades

McDonald’s and Taco Bell serve healthier food than Olive Garden and Cracker Barrel. Who would have thought? The third annual report of Friends of the Earth (www.foe.org)  is as interesting as last years report.

Ice cream Sundae

 

“How about we stop and get us an ice cream sundae?” I asked my five-year-old friend.

“What day is today?” he wanted to know.

“Today is Wednesday,” I informed him.

Reaching out – Update of a busy summer

Last year around this time I was moping around. I missed my best friend, reminisced about her and the good times we had. I thought about other good friends I had lost and all the ones we had left behind when we moved out of state.

I wanted to reach out to the city and the people. I was ready for a girl’s night out, or just some female companionship. I wanted to meet people other than neighbors and people we work for -or with.