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…
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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…
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…
Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
I didn't realize until Dear Goddess sent over a text. "Five years today." The pic of yellow balloons, friends and smiles signals five years ago as the final day of radiation. Where are my cancer girls? I felt your stomachs tighten. The magical mark may arrive, but there is still a whiff of terror at… Continue reading Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
Blame The Thighs…
Writing suffers in the time of Coronavirus. Unlike Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Love In The Time Of Cholera, I don't become more determined, undeterred by obstacle. I blame my thighs. Thigh growth and spread engulfs all in its path leaving little couch room for even Skittish Tabby. He looks at them, eyebrow raised, "What the… Continue reading Blame The Thighs…
Lazy Takes On A New Level…
I have been known to wrangle the remote with whatever is nearby. My first and second toe have amazing grasping ability. I turn my couch cushions every week to fool visitors into thinking there's not a permanent butt indention. Lazy has never had anything on me. My spirit animal is the sloth. If I could… Continue reading Lazy Takes On A New Level…
Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Still at home laughing at my own jokes and asking the cat what he'd like for lunch. I want to go back to work. It's not that I haven't been working--I've been working from home making the daily decision on makeup application, which in turn determines whether Zoom calls feature audio and video or just… Continue reading Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Staying in continues. Closets are cleaned. Pantries are organized and desktops appear. I spy something not cleaned--the Kate Spade tote sitting upon the counter. Tackle the makeup bag: Hand sanitizer check. Mascara check. Three lipsticks check, Toothbrush check. Wipe them down with a Clorox wipe. Organize wallet. Check side pockets--more lipsticks, a tube of vaseline… Continue reading Who Put Drugs In My Bag?
Enough Now…
"Enough now." After Mark shows his cards to Juliet on Christmas Eve, he walks away saying, "Enough now." Love Actually fans know. The phrase comes to mind whenever there is wallowing, pity parties of a personal nature or too much reflection on success levels. This morning I slept until 8:43, woke up feeling very alone,… Continue reading Enough Now…
