The other night on my walk I reached the park just as a yacht was easing into the turn, its warm interior all aglow. I love looking in people’s living rooms, but gazing into one that’s floating down a river raises the pleasure to a whole new level.
Expressing a desire to step back from your royal duties after enjoying a lavish royal wedding is a bit like signing a multi-million dollar contract and then telling your manager you’re only going to pitch once a month.
The plumbing was out at my dermatologist's last night so I had the unique pleasure of getting seven stitches in my forehead while needing to go to the bathroom.
2019 was a year in which the good news was mostly the absence of bad news. Which I guess is a sign that I am aging.
In northwest New Jersey, which saw the occasional white Christmas, my mother would decorate our tree with silver strands that we called “rain.” Here in South Florida last night, Hania put tufts of cotton balls on the branches to make them look like they are holding snow.
The days are grey and cool and wet
About as Christmasy as we can get