Sunday, April 15, 2018

What Do Women Want? It’s Complicated – Or Is It?


What do women want?  Ask a man that question and he’ll probably roll his eyes and look heavenward for divine inspiration, which doesn’t come because even God doesn’t want to take this one on.  So, the poor guy will just shrug his shoulders.  He doesn’t have a clue. 




The truth is that the clues we women do give men, when we bother to give them at all, and the little hints we occasionally drop are confusing and often contradictory.  We are, indeed, complicated creatures, but are we so complicated that even we can’t figure ourselves out?  Or, have we just overcomplicated our lives by trying to make sense of the dizzying array of choices available to us that were not available to Grandma. 


Wednesday, April 4, 2018

My Brilliant Birthday Month – Part 3


Well, we’ve finally come to the final post of My Brilliant Birthday Month (See Part 1 and Part 2).  I really drew this one out, didn’t I?  Didn’t mean to, but between Parts 2 and 3 there were a few projects that needed my attention, such as an article for a local magazine and getting all that tax info together as the deadline approaches (ouch!).  Sooooo, as promised, it’s time to wind things up with a roundup of my Birthday Group’s favorite skin care products we’ve given each other over the years. 



One of Earline's Great Little Doodles!

For more years than I can remember (hmmm, I think we may have actually been young when this all started.), Earline, Linda and I have met to celebrate birthdays and special occasions over lunch.  These lunches typically run about three hours, Earline typically orders Chicken Walnut Salad, and we always consume copious amounts of Prosecco.  Of course, they also always include the exchange of presents large and small and what Earline calls “little doodles,” which are often the most fun of all. 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

My Brilliant Birthday Month – Part 2

Well, here I sit looking out the window on the official first day of spring plus two as we dig out from yet another two days of a blizzard that dumped more than a foot of snow on us.  Kinda makes me want to curl up for a long winter’s nap in a cozy drawer. 


                
Miss Kiri Kat -- "Wake Me When It's Spring!"

Spring has missed her cue, yet again.  Can someone cue her a little louder from the wings, please?  Still, I have confidence she will eventually take center stage.  I only hope she gets to do her number before summer gives her the hook.  I do love a lovely spring. 
               
You will recall from my last post that February was my birthday month and I definitely made the most of it (See My Brilliant Birthday Month – Part 1).  I celebrated all month with a memorable opera at the Met, lunches and dinners with old and new friends and was royally spoiled with gifts.  Take a peek at a few of them…

Thursday, March 8, 2018

My Brilliant Birthday Month – Part 1


I’ll bet you thought I’d forgotten about you, my lovely readers.  Never – just been on a bit of a post-birthday, blogger breather break.  As you may remember from my last post, February was my birthday month and the festivities stretched over the whole month and three States.  There was a truly memorable opera in New York, and there were lunches and dinners with old friends and the unexpected pleasure of making new ones courtesy of my cousin in France. 




We only had one opera on our Met Opera schedule in February, but what an opera it was!!  The night before, Dan and I celebrated my birthday at one of our favorite restaurants, Nougatine at Jean-Georges in the Trump International Hotel on Central Park. 

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Girl with Pink Hair

February is my birthday month, the shortest month of the year (No jokes about it being appropriate for my stature, please!), and this year I needed to renew my driver’s license by presenting myself to the offices of the DMV along with the requisite number of documents totaling six points proving that I actually am who I am and not someone else pretending to be me. 




And so, on a rainy February afternoon, I packed up the necessary provisions to survive an afternoon in bureaucracy -- sandwich, water, magazine, book – and drove to the Cherry Hill, New Jersey, Department of Motor Vehicle Services. 


Friday, February 2, 2018

What Price Politesse?

My grandfather George, who was often less than sober, was never less than polite to and cooperative with the local constabulary, who frequently escorted him home.  Even in his cups he was such a gentleman that no one ever laid a finger on him. 



I was raised to mind my manners and be polite to everyone, especially my elders and my betters, but no one ever said I had to be nice to everyone.  Imagine being expected to be nice to everyone all the time.  That’s too much of a strain on anyone’s nervous system, particularly today when the barbarians have gotten past the gate. 


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