Next summer, Tim gets to go on a men's trip to Europe with his father and all of the males on his side of the family. The group will consist of Tim's father, his brother, a brother-in-law, Tim, and four male children, the youngest of whom is 12 years old. This is a special trip... Continue Reading →
Every year, on my birthday, I wake up feeling like this. I want to wander into the mountains in a really ugly dress and sing at the top of my lungs. This would be my ideal celebration. And when I start thinking about this scene, I remember that its originator, Julie Andrews, shares my birthday.... Continue Reading →
Part of the moving process for us is downsizing. Smaller living quarters, lower costs, fewer cars, and less "stuff." Meg is in the process of sorting through the "stuff" right now, both in our house and in our storage unit. We eventually want to get down to a neat, tidy life for two vibrant empty-nesters... Continue Reading →
Periodically I have been documenting my alternative transportation fun and games on here, and I have one last installment in the adventure known as Car Sharing. I wrote a piece before about RelayRides and GetAround, both of which I belong to and have used. There is also ZipCar, but I find their annual fee to... Continue Reading →
There's a segment of the total people I know that I refer to as "garden" people. I only see them in the summer, and when I'm talking to my husband about them, I identify them as "garden friends." Pasquale, the Italian gardener who is the guru of our community plots, is "My Garden Friend Pasquale."... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 