Category Archives: REALITY

This may not be a part of the nationwide campaign slogans, but Connecticutitians will understand and appreciate this… My husband walks into the living room where I am computing and watching TV, and says:  "Well, Gibb, I love you," and … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Why am I always the last to know? My friend, Nancy, happened to mention it today and what struck me as odd is that Willie has gotten away with it as much as he has.  Being openly honest and traveling … Continue reading → Continue reading →

My little problems yesterday were quickly solved.  Odd that both computer and car parts would crap out on the same day.  Odder still that they both would be fixed that same day.  The mouse was indeed the problem on the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Love that song, on the Waylon Jennings’ Album, Cowboys, Rascals and Dirt.  However, I really am having not an awful, awful, but not a good day. Decided to run out to the bank, do errands, and stop at the Library … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Now I dearly love amazon.com so this is really not a big complaint.  Unlike my husband, they’ll remember what I like to read and what I want for Christmas.  They pay very close attention to my moods, and tease me … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Monthly ironing, easier to do it all at once all day than every little at a time.  ‘Sides, more laundry, ironing all the curtains for fall cleaning.  Windows, inside, outside, inside outside top and bottom, moving, reaching till all eight … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I realized before I married him that my husband’s memory could present problems, especially with my own scattered system (I can remember my phone number that we changed from when I was seven), and every now and then he reinforces … Continue reading → Continue reading →

The week is sort of turning bad here on me, but if anything is good about it, there’s one less thing to hope and wait and wonder about, and a new problem I created should be smoothed out tonight. And, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I recognize the gravelly voice of Nancy J., a customer of my frame shop.  She asks me if I’m open this afternoon; I tell her yes, and ask her how she’s been.  "Terrible," she says.  "We’ll come up and tell … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Well, I think I may have a decent shot at this receptionist job that requires among other things: Sits, stands, bends, lifts and moves intermittently during working hours. Must be able to read, write, speak, and understand the English language. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Struggling with the implications, leaning one way towards what I believe is fair, yet tempered by the justice of legal law which may or may not be–however interpreted and applied–in conflict. And sometimes, driving, listening, Willie answers:  Justice is the … Continue reading → Continue reading →