Turns out "retired together" is not the same retirement. I’ve made mistakes before. Big ones. But none of them stared me in the face all day. Okay... I may have pushed my husband to retire. I did this to myself. Completely. I've been retired - well, semi-retired - for over a year now. By semi-retired, … Continue reading I Confess… I Did This To Myself
I call myself a sewist. It sounds respectable.Capable.Like someone who makes actual clothing that people wear out in public. You know - from fitting the pattern to hemming the garment. But the truth is… I don’t make clothes anymore. Because I hate fitting. Hemming too – Which is unfortunate, because at 4’10”, I have never … Continue reading I Hate Hemming (But That’s Not The Real Problem)
I made a decision. A grown-up decision.A responsible, health-oriented decision. I decided to join the gym. Let me be very clear about something. I hate the gym. The gym and I have a long-standing policy: mutual avoidance. At best, we coexist on the same planet. I am a 4’10”, short, round, senior woman.I do not … Continue reading Quietly Judging…at the No-Judgment Gym
Most mornings in the Third Act start the same way. Coffee in my hand, the lake in front of me, and a dog beside me who has very strong opinions about how the rest of us should be running this household. The lake is usually still enough to see my reflection. Which is why coffee … Continue reading So… this is my Third Act
The town where our city house sits is… small. Not one-red-light small… But everybody-knows-your-business-if-you-leave-the-trash-can-out-too-long small. Most people wouldn’t call it a city house. It’s a quiet little town.A sleepy town.A town where sirens are the exception…not the rule. On warm summer nights,you can hear the crickets. When I say it’s quiet here—can you picture it? … Continue reading There’s Quiet… and Then There’s Lake Quiet
Third Act With Pattie 