Door To Door – 2009
Yesterday I was outside on my front lawn. Picking up rose branches left from cutting roses for my kitchen counter. A man walked up to
Yesterday I was outside on my front lawn. Picking up rose branches left from cutting roses for my kitchen counter. A man walked up to
My parents both grew up raised by people on a salary. I hesitate to say servants. My mother had what they called a nurse, my
Did I pass all this down to my children? Judge for yourselves. “High”experiences I have had over the years include: As a child, moving from
A Beach Rose commented, on one of my previous posts about money, I do not have access to my “education fund” (not 21 yet), and
Waged the honorable bamboo war this afternoon. Victorious. Had to lick wounds yesterday, rose bushes triumphed. Scars to show. Not that the above is what
It’s the boy child’s birthday on Monday. He will be 19. First time he’s ever been away from home on his birthday. I, however, have
Good thing? Bad thing? Good theory, bad execution? Horrible application of one culture’s comfort fashion to another’s religious observance? Cheering sign of continued social convergences
I was driving to a customer meeting this morning. The sky was not so blue as usual. Jet contrails scudded across the upper sky. The
The other day Meg, she-who-is-wise-beyond-her-years, commented on my post about family and money. “Hum. That’s funny. My High Wasp family lost all their money (which
The bride in the photo above is not related to me. But she might have been. The text does come from a description of the
I know I said it was old lady hands that made me wince at my own mortality. But at least my hands still do what
flickr Was I High WASP with my children about money? In how much I had? In my attitude towards it? In what I tried to
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