"I finally got rid of my married furniture," says a friend. She's been divorced for about ten years. It takes that long. I know exactly what she means. Living with the remnants. No matter how beautiful, expensive or tasteful, furnishings contain memories. In her case of a bad boy husband. In my case, a dead… Continue reading Married Furniture…
The Diaries…
Becoming Diane…
I'm wearing a lot of turtlenecks. Partly because it's been unusually cold on the surface of the sun and since I'm such a delicate flower, I'm freezing. There's another reason. I'm entering my Diane Keaton in Something's Gotta Give phase. All I need now is an age-appropriate lover to take a scissors to my sweater… Continue reading Becoming Diane…
Living In The Zoom Zeitgeist…
"I said, shut the F--- up." Loud and clear. At work. Zoom room filled with about thirty participants. No telling how many are wearing pants. The expletive, as always, is louder and clearer than the rest of the sentence. The exact source of emittance is unclear. No matter. It's nothing we've not heard. Just not… Continue reading Living In The Zoom Zeitgeist…
Sunday Scaries…
A week spent amongst Chickens is always good for the soul. A holiday week spent with Chickens in a brand new home and a first Thanksgiving dinner is a treasure. It's Middle Chicken and Lawyer Boy's new home and their first holiday in it. Le Sigh. Alas, Oldest Chicken and Baby Pea are on their… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Manners, Manners Everywhere…
Hiatus took me by surprise. Just kind of stopped writing and a day turned to another and another. And then I was a little lost. COVID has taken its toll in the house of Duchess. Skittish Tabby and I eat a lot of bad food, absorb way to many murder mysteries and see far too… Continue reading Manners, Manners Everywhere…
Putty Face…
I bought a primer called "putty." Can you imagine the cosmetics peeps sitting round the table? "Let's call it putty." "You mean like spackle?" "Exactly. I bet it calls all the old ladies to the yard." Have to say--it worked. This woman of a certain age got the message immediately. Putty--like fill in all those… Continue reading Putty Face…
The Netflix Whisperer…
Seems The Duchess has a new moniker, Netflix Whisperer. Admittedly, no one is more in the know. The Goddess and I venture to a birthday celebration. Of course, we wore our masks. Pfft. During dinner, The Goddess, always bright, cheerful and beautiful, leans over and says, "Whatcha watching?" as if my Netfix goods are of… Continue reading The Netflix Whisperer…
Smart Crush…
Does anyone else have a little crush on Dr. Fauci? Smart guys are my kryptonite. Deduce the origins of time or wax poetic on the combustion engine and the financial markets and I feel all tingly. In high school, my mother told her friend that my boyfriend was not very attractive. Ah, but he was… Continue reading Smart Crush…
Hello, California? Party of One…
I left the state for the weekend. I had to. Watching others show off their pandemic coping skills now that it's summer--hiking, boating, lake play, poolside lounging, open air shopping and dining--leaves a girl bereft of cheer. Girls that live on the surface of the sun are doubly locked in. COVID plus heat was supposed… Continue reading Hello, California? Party of One…
Charles Manson Was A Loser…
Ladies, there's a new murder girl in town. She's been around for a bit. I'm just late to the party. Those of us who cannot look away from the gruesome, the bizarre and the just plain WTF are obsessed. Why? It's the combination. This chick talks murder while she does her makeup. No lie. I… Continue reading Charles Manson Was A Loser…
