The “Big One” hit Seattle during the winter of 1991, we were unprepared, and unfortunately the weathermen had not predicted the storm. Three trees crashed onto our house leaving a gaping hole, actually not a bad thing as we needed a new roof. Though I must say, living in an unheated home had its disadvantages. Because of this event, Craig was determined that we would never be without power again. Picture the refrain from, “Gone with the Wind”, when Scarlett O’Hara says; “I will never be hungry again”, it was something like that, only I don’t even sort of look like Scarlett…

Mammograms
Many women are afraid of their first mammogram, but there is no need to worry. By taking a few minutes each day for a week preceding the exam and doing the following exercises, you will be totally prepared for the test and best of all, you can do these simple exercises right in and around your home.

While perusing the shops of B-town the other day, I stumbled across a lightpost laying across the sidewalk. Hold on, what’s this and why isn’t it standing up like the other lightposts?
As I looked about for crushed and damaged cars or heaven forbid people, I see nothing that gives me an indication of what happened. I’m ready to offer my assistance in First Aid or perhaps use the “Kiss of Life” (hopefully the stranger is handsome,) but spy no one. There are no suspicious customers on the scene, in fact the streets are surprisingly empty for this time of day.

We christened him, “Le Cork”, our Bora Bora scuba adventures continue . . .

Speeding out to the dive site, I struck up a conversation with one of my boat mates. Well, that’s not quite right, I talked and he nodded. I tried English and practiced my cave man French. No reply, only nods and grunts issued forth from my morose seatmate.

Andrew, my oldest son is going to college. Most of the time I am so happy for him, but where does this leave me? He was an extra appendage on my leg until the age of eight, not that I minded dragging his little body around. To this day, he stoutly denies ever holding fast to my pant leg.

Recently we attended a fundraising auction where Craig, being the generous person that he is, bought a ski trip to Yellowstone ski resort in Wyoming. We would meet a well-known ski personality and entrepreneur and hang out with his people. I love to ski, but I was not confident that I would be able to hold a conversation with our new ski buddies all weekend. My spouse assured me that I could talk the paint off a wall. Somehow, this did not make me feel better.

It started out as a simple idea: Why not go to Mexico for Christmas? No tree, no presents, no last minute stress of getting just the right thing for someone for the Holidays. Yes, this was a most excellent plan. My husband also liked the scheme; he is not so sure about all of my relatives attending, but is gracious about my stinking family. My sister, brother, cousin and their families love the plan. My parents initially elected to stay home, but later decide to attend, rather miffed that we would all desert them so readily for a warm climate.