Tag: Weekend Wanderer

I could complain about this being scuba season, but you’ve probably had enough of that.

So I won’t tell you I’m unraveling…

I chose La Salle University for grad school because, well, the school has some good-looking dudes. 

That’s it. That’s the only reason…

It was a bright, balmy morning when I pulled into the Temple of Doom’s parking lot.

Willie had an appointment.

Willie’s primary care…

The taxes still are not filed.

To recap, last year I discovered Willie hadn’t filed a tax return since 2018.

Worse, it’s not…

You might think Willie’s recent Alzheimer’s diagnosis could lead to not a lot of funny in this space.

But to quote every cartoon…

How, exactly, was my relationship with Indy defined by mercury?

It starts with Discover magazine. 

I was on leave from work, out having breakfast with…

So, the stocks.

Let’s start with Indy’s Maryland property, which took me two years to sell.

Just as I had a buyer, Indy…

“You might want to brace yourself,” my husband said, handing me a small pleather portfolio and shaking off the day’s rain.

He shook his…

You want to know who sent the roses, am I right?

The significance of the roses was easy. I was —

Sorry. Give me a minute…

“You,” my husband said, gazing at me over the mail, “are never dull.”

He passed me a letter from that afternoon’s mail delivery, addressed…

So, January didn’t just bring a new year. 

It brought a new diagnosis for Willie.

Alzheimer’s disease.

I was stunned. I couldn’t…

I haven’t slept in days.

It started with our security alarm, triggered at one o’clock in the morning.

The alarm system texted me…

I’m bingeing The Bear. 

And I have eyeballs with nerves connected to my brain. So I’m somewhat bewitched by Jeremy Allen White.

I…

So there I was, streaming Moonlighting in all its Bruce Willis glory. 

There was a scene in Moonlighting that, well — it didn’t change my…

Twenty years ago, I was flying from Denver to Telluride, Colorado. 

It was a small plane. Buddy Holly planes, I call them. I could see…

I had two days until I left to visit my daughter’s college in Florida. 

It was time to prepare.

As in, time to watch…

It’s time to put a period on The Dork Series.

Or an apostrophe, am I right, guys? An apostrophe!

Ahem. Anyway.

I have spent…

I’m calling these last few weeks of columns The Dork Series.

Apostrophe love. Bad dancing.

If I told you about the history courses I…