We’re going traveling next week, and I’m looking forward to it, really I am. My husband and I, and few close friends, plus a few strangers, will be staying at lovely hotels in Vietnam, Thailand, Cambodia, and just for good measure, in Hong Kong. In the old days, this might have taken us about 10…
My internet friend Pauline asked me to tell her where I do my writing. Since I live in my car as I travel between my two houses, one in Connecticut and one in New Hampshire, it was a tough question. But I took a stab at it. Here’s the link: http://perilsofdivorcedpauline.com/2011/09/25/gabi-coatsworths-blogger-space/ And when you’ve finished…
“Why do I have to clean up the house if the cleaners are coming tomorrow?” Honestly, my husband sounds like a recalcitrant teenager. Well, duh, is what I want to say. But for the thousandth time over the long years of our marriage I try to explain it again. “Their job is to clean,” I…
You’d think it would be easy. The plastic, glass and cans go in there, and the newspaper, card and junk mail goes there. The men I live with have a dozen (more or less) university degrees between them. And yet, when it comes to recycling, it’s harder to get them to do it right than…
There were several turkeys on the golf course yesterday. Some of them wore feathers… and others laid eggs…
He used to be quite happy with Baskin Robbins, when I first met him. Now my husband is an ice cream snob. It never occurred to me to wonder about this, until the other day, when I suggested going for an ice cream somewhere nearby, and Jay demurred, saying the only ice cream worth having…
