Bemoaning the lack of escalator etiquette….
Or how to loose the skin on the back of your heels.
The store that I shop at when we go to Andorra is huge, the size of at least a few football fields. There are moving walkways, rather than escalators going between the 3 floors so that you can easily take your trolley … Continue reading.....
Living in the mountains, as he does, our friend has the exact opposite method of cooking of mine.
We are two, and I usually cook for two, or two plus planned leftovers…. for two.
He is one and he usually cooks for an army.
He has one tall refrigerator with no freezer; one tall freezer and one chest freezer.
Getting … Continue reading.....
The continuing Saga of Sedi, the (former) Bunny Slayer
Sedi, the German Shepherd, jumped out of the car on the way to the mountains.
She had an unplanned sit…. And couldn’t get up.
Other than hold her tail up so she could pee, there was nothing we could do – poor old girl.
We lifted her into the back of … Continue reading.....
I confess.
I like to shop.
I don’t do it very often, and, fortunately for my wallet, I like window-shopping best.
Still, being on my own in the US for 2 weeks, it was inevitable that I succumbed to that great American past time.
What really clinched it for me was the new (to me) US Post Office’s flat rate … Continue reading.....
I'm finally going back to the US to visit the family. Next week.
The trip has been postponed a few times due to, oh, little things like moving; being stuck in Vlad's house, mon mari's frequent hospital holidays…..
So far, it's on track….
Except that I haven't had the time to go out to the barn to sort through … Continue reading.....
Years ago, before we lived here, we were in London, window-shopping with another couple. The wife spotted a figurine she wanted to add to her collection. They discussed it a bit, as it was rather expensive, then decided to buy it.
She asked if the husband had a check.
He did.
He opened his wallet and pulled a single, unattached, … Continue reading.....
Once in a blue moon the travel gods smile down and we stumble into fairyland for a brief moment.
As we drove into this village last week, we were fascinated by the 'flowers' covering the street.
It was so beautiful and fantastic….. But hard to capture with a few photos
Every street was festooned in a different color
The … Continue reading.....
My cousin, D, who went to art school, has been to Paris several times but never to the Louvre.
Her reason, which I’ve heard before, is that she didn’t ‘want to rush the experience’ and thought she would need at least a week to do a proper job.
I, on the other hand, have been to the Louvre everytime I’ve … Continue reading.....
