I remember back to moments when calling mom just seemed like the best thing to do. She always had the right thing to say, the right way to listen, or the advice I hadn't considered. Even if she'd never been through what I was going through, she knew how to make things seem better. I… Continue reading Mom – I’m going nuts, but it’s not dementia
Category: Emptying the nest
3 baby steps to a someday minimalist
I grabbed my second cup of coffee, needed due to sleep deprivation, aka, an unwanted guest of late. As I left the laundry room where the coffee pot is currently temporarily located, I walked by our lower level bathroom, glanced in the room, and noticed the Instant Pot on the counter - cooking something. Of… Continue reading 3 baby steps to a someday minimalist
30 days to what???
The clock is ticking. Countertops a switching. Wall calendar's flipping. Will I fit cornered by time into a new role? What obstacles will I find, or will it just be a natural and an easy fit? Yikes - in just 30 days, I'll be saying goodbye to something about myself besides our countertops. I hope… Continue reading 30 days to what???
You’re going as what for Halloween?
If I were invited to a Halloween party this year, I'd have the perfect costume in mind to wear. I can usually dream up something last minute to pull it off. When I did dress up (aka, back when we had kids around, pre-empty nest) I would base costumes on a current wardrobe I had… Continue reading You’re going as what for Halloween?
The new wall color looks lovely with my eyes
Here's the deal. Hoomans do loud things as they coast along through life. They make messes and they simply don't understand the stress of any type of home remodeling projects. I'm sure they never thought of the stresses while relaxing and dreaming in a much calmer setting. Or at least they don't get how… Continue reading The new wall color looks lovely with my eyes
It’ll fit, won’t it?
Yesterday, over a couple of heated cups of coffee, brainstorming happened for the Mr. and me as we discussed our current stages of the work in progress. The discussion was a slightly scary kind of one, ultimately determining who's the boss of this project, me, or Mr., or the countertop. We were just a couple… Continue reading It’ll fit, won’t it?