It’s amazing that anyone shares a bed. I know there are plenty of married and cohabiting couples who have separate beds, or even separate bedrooms, and I can see the logic in avoiding the snoring, the thrashing, the different sleep schedules, and the need to negotiate the complicated issue of bedding.
“Tuned into Rockies-Dodgers to see Daniel Bard strike out Mookie Betts for the final out of a Colorado win then switched to Brock Holt drawing a walk as a Texas Ranger against Andrew Benintendi and the Kansas City Royals and my Red Sox fan brain exploded with all the connections but hey man happy Opening Day,” is exactly what I texted two of my best friends after finally tuning in to the first day of the baseball season last Thursday evening.
Do you ever have a hard time coming up with the right word? You get stuck and pause in the middle of a sentence, grasping to remember the name of that type of knife technique where you dice vegetables until they’re incredibly small. By the way, the term you’re looking for is “brunoise,” but you can’t quite retrieve it from the place in your brain where that word lives.
March is winding down and my sister-in-law, Lori, is going with it. There is too much food and too many flowers because that is what we do when someone is dying, when we don’t know what else to do as, gradually, the unthinkable becomes accepted and even ordinary.
Sealy Main Street is ready to keep the ball rolling! The past year has been spent setting the program up for success. Thanks to Sealy EDC Director Kimbra Hill and the submission of her Strategic Plan (which can be viewed on our website at SealyEDC.com/ MainStreet) we are now officially a certified Main Street District with the Main Street of America program.
Remember that episode of “Seinfeld” where Jerry and Sheila (Jerry’s girlfriend for one episode) call each other “schmoopie”? This schmaltzy, saccharine show of cutesy nicknaming made the rest of the gang sick. Most people remember this episode for the “Soup Nazi” yelling “No soup for you!” I, however, can’t get the babytalk nicknames out of my mind.
Throughout the past year, my husband, Peter, and I have been seeing no one except Peter’s sister, Lori, and her husband. Lori has Stage 4 cancer and has had a tough fight.
By this point in your life, you probably know what an acronym is. Examples include FBI (Federal Bureau of Investigation), NFL (National Football League), and this incredibly important one to me: SPF (Sun Protection Factor). Anything short of SPF 1,000 will result in this pasty redhead contracting a sunburn on a cloudy day.
It’s our anniversary, and Peter and I will be celebrating, like everyone has this past year, the best we are able. We have not yet won the vaccine lottery.