Obviously house hunting is going well…

There is a new sushi restaurant in town.

The End.

Elisabeth and I are writing a cookbook. It’s now moved beyond the planning stage.

I couldn’t have done this ten years ago, I was too locked into the perfectionism.

I’m in that lovely stage – the late 40’s – where I just don’t have the energy to give a shit.

“Whoops!” the phone fell off the tripod mid video (“interesting” – realizing I don’t care, either does Elisabeth). “Just put it back on, we’ll cut that part out in post… or not.”

Life is too serious.

Oh yes, it’s gonna be “that kind” of a production.

My mother requested “more color” in the next post.
I’ll admit we’ve been a bit grey… since November.

Spring is not really perking things up like I hoped.
My soul also feels grey.

Maybe more color next time.

Word…

Chrystina, my mother’s favorite massage therapist.

And, all around collector of skills…

We meet often for tea.

We are each other’s accountability partners.

It’s National Lemonade Day…

I love lemonade.

Not that Country Time crap in a can that also belongs in the garbage…

See you next time, Loves!