Last week I sat in my new home office--otherwise known as my daughter’s old bedroom--looking at an 800 page deposition transcript that I had to read. Rather than sit in the office and read, I moved to my living room. I made myself a cup of coffee, put my feet up and began reading.  

Friday, I was finally able to set up outside. I even tweeted about it (See pic above left.). This morning I expect to get some final pieces in place for the deck. It requires a curbside pickup but I prefer not endure a weekday delivery and interference with my workdays/week upcoming

After wiping off all my groceries, I'm not sure I like grapes that smell like baby wipes   Without looking online, I try to guess what's in the Amazon box that's delivered to my front porch seemingly every day   I wonder why I still have a land line. The only people that call want to sell me something.   I'm hoping landscapers learn there are electric mowers and blowers that don't require ear plugs  

While walking Charcoal the other day I came upon the pictured sign. As soon as I spied it my blogger juices began to flow and I quickly captured the pictured image. What a stark, yet elegant statement! Kindness is defined as follows:

This blog is for both grandparents and their children. Being a Grandparent in this time of pandemic- with physical isolation and social distancing--is difficult.

This week, I have needed the medicine that cures all. LAUGHTER! Anyone watch the new Jerry Seinfeld gig? 23 Hours to Kill. I highly recommend watching. Jerry made me laugh out loud. Anyone have a fear of Port-O-Potty’s? I do. So does Jerry. He explains why. Anyone prefer texting to talking? He’s polished and the delivery, exceptional. If you need some laughs, he will deliver. I’m looking for inspirational ideas this week. Someone suggested watching the video of a LIVE concert on the big TV, turned up really loud. Give me your GOTO!

One morning a few weeks ago, I woke up to a series of curious emails in my inbox. One after the other – Amazon, Venmo, Paypal, Netflix, . . . No, I had not authorized a change in my password on any of these accounts in my sleep. But somehow, each had been changed. I suddenly had strange email addresses attached to all of my accounts – and I was locked out of all of them.

I remember when the thought came to me. It was mid-April and I was feeling sad. I was sad for the people we lost and who were sick. I was sad for the tremendous financial loss so many people were feeling. There were a lot of reasons to be sad.