Sinking suspicions…
Sometimes the things that seem like they’re the most minor end up getting bigger and bigger and bigger. You know the little pulley-thing in the back of the faucet that opens or closes the drain stopper? The thing you pull when you’re putting in your contacts? One of the sinks in the upstairs bathroom has this issue where occasionally that thing you pull goes up, and up, and up… until it’s in your hand. And not in the back of the sink. I know that Mr. Ex fixed it from time to time over the last few years, and I think he even fixed it for me once after he moved out. Well, last week-ish it came out again. I didn’t think much of it until

Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of all time. I love the food, the smells, the crowd, the preparation. I love having people I love around me and I love that you can eat really good food and you don’t have to rush off to synagogue. I’ve made Thanksgiving for most of the last 30 years. For many of them it was the same crowd, give or take; the four of us, our ‘best-friend’ family, my mother, maybe my brother and his family. Some years we included some other friends, some years there was a boyfriend or so, some years somebody was out of town, like the year youngest was at her Disney internship and I got to make two Thanksgivings – the second

Carry on
And I will.

Oldest established, permanent floating…
Image by Eda Cherry via Flickr I got a couple extremely angry emails today from Mr. Ex. Seems he’s found out about my little journal here, and he was not a happy camper. And, of course, it’s weird that I’m writing this knowing that he may be reading it. It was never my intent to embarrass or anger him, and I regret that. I

Furniture shopping
A first: going into a furniture store alone After a lovely happy hour with a friend yesterday, I decided to brave a new frontier – the furniture store. I only had one glass of wine so I figured it was safe. Now, these can be pretty intimidating, even with a spouse. Not to mention overwhelming – the choices, the styles, the prices, the salespeople. And, boy, there’s nothing that makes you feel quite so alone as the realization that the choice of couch color and style is completely up to you. I circled the entire showroom twice, maybe three times. I pictured myself sitting on the couches, the dogs lying on the couch