— George Orwell

I’ve always used the term “sirens’ song” casually.  As if I knew what it sounded like.  Ladies, I had no idea.  The sirens were a mythical group of women who haunted the waters of the 900 or so Greek Islands… Continue reading

Helen is her name, she was 98 when she passed away.  I found that out yesterday when I looked up her obituary on the web.  She lived in that cute little house that keeps calling to JeanPaul.  For the past… Continue reading

If you build it, they will come.  Ah, the famous line from the movie Field of Dreams.  I’m not a fan of Kevin Costner but I did like the movie.   Anyway, I feel the same way about my adopted city… Continue reading

All year long, my parent saved in order to have a 2 week family vacation at the beach.  We certainly weren’t rich so I am sure my parents gave up many things in order to afford this luxury.  Most of… Continue reading

After watering the plants, a storm blew in.  I love thunder storms.  When I was a child, my parents would send us through the house closing windows then gather us on the enclosed front porch (or as my mother would… Continue reading

Yesterday was the last treatment. Yippee!!  Unfortunately, I’m having a reaction (hives) so I am loading up on the benadryl and trying not to do anything that takes mental acuity.  Even so, I couldn’t help sharing a few of my… Continue reading

This week is a treatment week, which means several visits to the hospital for tests before tomorrow’s treatment.  It means working late to get everything done so I can recuperate after.  JeanPaul’s sister is coming in from Canada tomorrow so… Continue reading

I really don’t know how these things happen but I seem to have tripped into membership in the Manchester Chamber of Commerce.  I went to an event hosted by a group I do a little volunteer work for and before… Continue reading

Our neighborhood used to have crime and drugs.  Our community police officer said just a few years ago bullets were flying in this neighborhood.  Not anymore. When I came here to be with JeanPaul, there was drug activity on our… Continue reading

The weather did cooperate and Saturday found us back in Laconia.  JeanPaul said he wanted to take me to Boston to see the Spanish sail boat docked in Boston Harbor and then we would ride out to the beach.  We… Continue reading