We are big fans of regional theatre. We have seen a full range of shows, some better than others, but all home grown and fun.

  My husband and I are finding ourselves with a shortage of good television to watch. We are still mourning the loss of Game of Thrones. We generally DVR the programs we want to watch and, lately, the DVR is relatively empty.    

Yesterday my father in law told me I'm his fave son-in-law.   Really an unfair question.  I am the only son-in-law!  It happened at his 90th birthday.  The immediate family with one exception gathered together to celebrate.  Four generations.  Two Daughters.  One of two grandsons. Three granddaughters, one with husband (thus explaining).

I have a new understanding and respect for those that use make up. It was last Tuesday at the dermatologist that my awakening began.   While I'm sitting there discussing skin care, she says "What's that?" looking closely at my nose. "We need to get a sample of that." Before I could say anything I'm lying down and she is putting novocaine (or something like that) into my nose and getting the scalpel ready.  

I have been a Yankee fan since before MicKEY MANtle was a rookie. Watching Yankee games with my father on early black and white TV was one of my earliest and most favorite childhood memories.

It’s been an ongoing dialogue with my good friend Gil about the National League rivalry between the Washington Nationals and the Mets. Gil lives in D.C.

This past weekend, I too attended a wedding. My son stood up in his friend’s wedding, vowing to help keep him committed to his vows and to be a good, loving husband. Stranger still.... my son and my colleague’s son enjoyed a bachelor party unbeknownst to us. See, they’ve been friends for a short time, hanging with the same bunch of dudes. My son sent me a picture of their group at a jazz club last Friday and when I zoomed in, I thought....” holy smokes!

  I’m on a tear with my friend’s children getting married. I have had the pleasure of dancing at the weddings of some of my closest friend’s children over the last year or two. To be honest, it’s a little surreal. I just don’t feel old enough.