Back when I worked at "Wrinkle City" (A/K/A the retirement community), our security manager had a skewed opinion about the health of the residents: if they didn't die around the New Year, they would be good until summer. And statistics say his opinion is correct-January IS the month when most people die-followed by December. Which is probably why my social calendar has been filled recently with more wakes than parties. These wakes are stressing me out, and it has nothing to do with who is in…Continue
In the past few weeks, I have:
Spoken with authority to a tax attorney and realtor to help someone out
Cooked a gourmet dinner for 25 people
Pushed a woman's car out of a busy intersection
Bought a snow blower after negotiating the price
Celebrated New Year's Eve in Manhattan by myself
Chastised a drunk on a train
Changed my own windshield wiper blades
Yeah, I know...
But after months of what I call my "Emotional Constipation" period, I…Continue
New Years Eve 2013...it's my second New Years Eve since Wingman died and I did something crazy. I went to New York City to see the ball drop in Times Square.
Probably not one of my more sane ideas. Still, I also have this other insane idea that when I die, instead if a dash between my birth and death year on my tombstone, I want there to be dotted lines and a few question marks to indicate the "WHAT WAS SHE THINKING???" moments. Like this one. It was the coldest New Year's Eve in…Continue
So the hoopla of Christmas is more or less over. As usual, it took a lot less time to open all the gifts than it took to buy and wrap them. And by the look of what they gave me, I would say that my family know me quite well: they were caffeine related from son #3 and wine related from #2. I got to speak through Skype with son #1 a couple of times this week. I saw granddaughter #1 from across the globe and held #2...even better gifts.
This wasn't my first Christmas without Wingman, but…Continue