This culinary adventure started the way of many such calamities: my wife had an idea. “I’m going to make a lemon desert with the Meyer Lemons from our tree.” “Sounds good, honey,” I replied, careful not to be too enthusiastic lest I get enlisted to help. With company due to … … more …
Category Archives: Domestic Bliss
I came for two things so I skipped the shopping cart route; now I had an armful of produce and staples. How does that always happen? I couldn’t hold anything more. But wait: my wife had asked for something else. What was it? Oh yea, shredded mozzarella cheese for her … … more …
Five years. That’s how long I’ve been “training” my dog. We’re talking simple things here, like: “Come.” “Heal,” when constrained by a leash; and “Sit” he’s finally got down. But if there is any potential distraction – another dog or person in the visual vicinity – he’s gone. “Come” is … … more …
Sunday, the last day of the Thanksgiving shopping campaign. Having walked first around San Francisco’s Chinatown and then the circumference of Union Square, I was seat-hopping at Macy’s. My wife and daughters would move from one roomful of shoes, boots, sandals and slippers to the next. I trailed dutifully behind, … … more …
Apparently, I live in a hostel. Surprisingly, I am the proprietor of same. Years ago, after my lay-off in the dot-bust era, my wife and I moved upstairs in our 3,000 square foot home. We now have a lovely tenant inhabiting our old master bedroom, study, and rec room/kitchenette via … … more …
My wife and I were “discussing” my penchant for excessively avid storage, aka pack-ratting, hoarding, and stuffing every nook and cranny in our garage. Where I see residual value, she sees useless junk. A handcrafted camp spoon with a wooden handle we found in a granite crevice in the Sierras … … more …
Our utility was offering a rebate program for low-flow toilets. As a not-fully-employed carpenter, I had some time on my hands. I’d removed and installed toilets before. When was that? Anyway, it would come back to me. Ever since the California drought in the late Seventies, I’d thought about a … … more …