From the Past

24 Jun at 8:54 pm

My Uppy Downy Ninetieth Birthday

I’ll tell you the truth. Being ninety—actually arriving at so august, so distant, so unlikely/impossible a number–on the one hand turned out not to be a biggie. On the other hand, it’s mind-boggling, marvelous. I confess I walk around with…

17 Jun at 12:57 pm

Onward and Upward! (Revisiting 89)

A View From My Eighties, From the Past, Looking Over My Shoulder, Musings, Taking Stock

Day after tomorrow, I’ll enter my 91st year … whoopee! Ninety years old. Whoa. Ma made it to 100. I’m on my way. Maybe. Anyway, I’m grateful for every minute! And your company. P.S. Our novel is almost finished!!! Reposted…

6 Jun at 8:19 pm

Oh Horrors! There’s Plastic in Our Salt!

In the Kitchen, at the Table, Musings

Oh, woe is me. Nothing is sacred. Of all the rituals in one’s life, can you think of another more significant, more central, that goes further back in your life than that of sprinkling salt on your breakfast eggs…your luncheon…

27 May at 7:36 pm

The Apple of Big Dreams

In the Kitchen, at the Table, Musings

Have you discovered the great new American apple, COSMIC CRISP? As one who has grown rare heritage apples—American Colonial, English, French, Russian—and tasted gorgeous apples from all over the world—I’m here to tell you that this seedling conceived in 1997…

18 May at 7:46 pm

A Rewarding Way with Solitaire

Musings

Solitaire. The very word—if I let it—would cast shame… A card game played alone… Why would you play a card game all by yourself? Cards are for playing with friends and cohorts—pals, chums, jolly types. Play cards alone? you’ve got…

6 May at 2:38 pm

The Pleasures of Dining From A Handmade Vessel

Musings

I am spoiled in ever so many ways. Presently in mind as I sip my morning coffee is because of my friend Nan… brilliant artist…inspired ceramicist. Coffee tastes richer sipped from her handmade piercing blue mug with a handfeel of…

26 Apr at 3:22 pm

A Wow of A Light Blueberried Polenta Cake after Deborah Madison’s

From the Past, In the Kitchen, at the Table

Fifteen years ago during my singular Ojai period, I discovered this cake. My 5×5 galley kitchen was minimal—but I did have a portable mixer and a toaster oven wherein I baked this cake. It turned out to be a Wow!…

17 Apr at 1:56 pm

So How Do You Face Derision?

Musings

So how do you face derision? …cuffs to the heart… …arrows to the soul… …misreadings of the essence of your being? Me? At first I tried warmth. Interest. Lovingkindness, even. Please. Get out of my face. Then I tried…no I…

8 Apr at 6:38 pm

A 95th Birthday Party ~ and Taking A Stand

In the Kitchen, at the Table, Taking Stock

Last Sunday, April 6th, my husband turned NINETY-FIVE! Pretty terrific, wouldn’t you say? Bill was eighty when we met and married. I’ve been planning his surprise birthday party for weeks and weeks. “You’re not going to have a party for…

19 Mar at 9:20 pm

The Last Half of How We Spent Saint Patrick’s Day ~ And the Blessings Thereof

Aging Ain’t for Sissies

As this space is intended to be assorted musings about life in one’s eighties, I thought I’d quickly mention what happened to us on Monday’s holiday, as our being old was the salient factor. Bill and I are no longer…