It was a go-to-the-store-for-laundry-detergent-come-home-with-fabric-softener kind of day.
We all wake up in the morning – unless we work the night shift.
My husband and I did it. Many of us did. We jumped into the deep end and never looked back.
The English language is a formidable beast, even for those of us who learned it as our first language.
I used to worry. About a lot of things.
We are all living just 10 years away from a world we can hardly imagine.
In our culture we don't usually brag about snoring. It isn't a skill we covet.
It's such a bummer when on a normal day, when you have nothing else planned, you get a phone call from your daughter asking if you can babysit your granddaughter for an hour or two, and you of course say yes, then proceed to spend that babysitting time just cuddling and listening to her "coo" and giggle. My day was a bummer.
Our appreciation of experiences and the world around us changes with time. The way I approach life differs now from when I was a teenager or newly married twentysomething. The world has changed as well, and that makes for a double whammy. I have to admit, I am a grown-up, even though I mostly try my best not to be. As such, I take notice of and appreciate certain things more than I did when I was younger, partly because I've changed and partly because they hadn't been invented yet.
They are making the rounds on busy roads in cities and towns across the country. Stop signs are just so last millennium. The newest trend in traffic is the roundabout and it has me terrified. The name sounds so friendly, so casual: "roundabout." I'll come to your house roundabout 6-ish. Let's head roundabout to the beach tomorrow. We walked roundabout the city for most of the afternoon. The word "roundabout" seems as amicable as an old friend and as relaxed as a prewashed pair of jeans.