I have been growing out my grey hair for a year. I was really curious to see how grey it was, and I hoped I could cash-in on the silver hair trend! A couple of pixie-cuts later, and I love my new color!
Most RV parks are their own little microcosms. Almost half of the “resort” where we are now is comprised of full-time residents, and we’re finding this to be the case in more and more parks. It has become a rare thing to stay at a park that doesn’t allow full-time residents, especially since they’re a steady source of income for park owners in off-season months when tourists and travelers don’t come around.
As for the full-timers, they aren’t necessarily what you’d expect. Well, some are, but the ones we’ve met on our evening walks, aren’t at all.
Just like our motorhome, but different colorway.
There are two things I find critical when you live in an RV that’s only 300 square feet: keeping everything shipshape and making sure your space smells clean. Continue Reading
“Comparison is a slippery slope to envy and for the most part, envy wastes energy that could be put towards getting what you want or optimizing what you have.” – Danielle LaPorte
By our age, most of us have gotten over comparing ourselves to other women and are enjoying what we have and playing to our strengths. But what are we to do when the green-eyed monster strikes anyway? Continue Reading
After a wonderful dinner and sublime service at Liberty Bar, the pretty, pink ex-convent in San Antonio, we couldn’t wait to return. Unfortunately our much-anticipated follow-up meal was a disaster. Continue Reading
THE LIBERTY BAR RESTAURANT, A FORMER CONVENT, IN SAN ANTONIO.
For 40 years I’ve lived just 80 miles up the road from San Antonio, yet I can probably count the number of times I’ve driven down here.
I was here in the 1950’s as a child, coming by rail from New York City to a train station which no longer exists. I remember the vaulted ceilings, palm trees, and soldiers in uniform everywhere!
Image by Loren Javier via Flickr
Isn’t it funny how one thing leads to another, and the next thing you know, you’re off down the rabbit hole? I heard a great song on my sweetie’s country station the other day, “Your Mama’s Broken Heart” by Miranda Lambert. It’s about going a bit crazy over a break-up, and the refrain made me laugh because her mama’s advice was the same advice my mother always gave me.
A lot of us probably had the same mother, back then, when the biggest concern was “saving face.”
IMAGE BY DANIEL ZEMANS, FLICKER
If only Deviled Eggs came from the Easter Bunny… Since they don’t, and the crucial ingredient is a Perfect Egg,* I’m sharing the recipe for an egg that peels easily, and has a tender, delicate white with a moist golden yolk.
NOTE: *Perfect as compared to one where the yolk is greenish and as resilient as a Superball.
“Hi diddly dee, an actors life for me. A high silk hat and a silver cane. A watch of gold with a diamond chain.” – Pinocchio
As much as I strive to maintain a sense of style, a high silk hat would be a bit much here, where baseball caps and floppy hiking hats are de rigueur. Continue Reading
I may be many things, but one thing I know for certain… I am not wasteful. We’ve loved our Keurig machine for years now. We love the ease and convenience it provides to make exactly the coffee of your choice, in the size you want, exactly when you want it. I especially love the way it stays-put as we travel, its little rubber feet, clinging to it’s pride-of-place on the RV counter as we jaunt around the country. But trouble’s been brewing for a while now. Since we’ve been on the road, managing our coffee pod subscription delivery has become a challenge.
We’ve missed carefully planned deliveries, leaving us rationing pods like a couple of addicts. And then there’s the greater issue of the pods themselves. Wasteful, not recyclable.