Small Talk

The new sounds of summer

In the summer in my ‘hood, everyone’s windows are open.

Not so worldly after all

I fancied myself rather worldly and sophisticated. It seems, instead, I have lived a rather sheltered existence.

Monsoons don’t pack that big a punch

H ow did I not know that San Diego actually has a monsoon season?

Drinking with the fountains of youth

Do I look younger? I’m sure I must.

Too much to do before kids say ‘I do’

Both my children have set dates for weddings in the coming year. My tummy already hurts.

It’s a bug’s life out there

I wish it were just a summer problem.  However, in my gentle husband’s “lower 40” (front, back and side yards) bugs, both flying and crawling, happily make their home.

Backseat philosophy

As a salute to summer lethargy, Jean has pulled one from the archives

Cast is leading to crankiness

Well, I may well be grappling with gangrene by the time you read this, as I just broke the first rule of having your hand wrapped in a big, annoying cast-bandage thingy. I got it a little bit wet.

Luxury lost on kids

Jean Gillette has a cast on her arm. Details to come. For now, one from the archives.

The great swimsuit divide

I have such fond memories of summer. It meant long, lazy days to read fat books, enjoy carefree beach time and homemade ice cream.