Mauri | March 30, 2006
Well, new enough…and never, uh…”posted” before. This whole process (blogging, the web-site) is still fascinating…kind of like magic, kind of like flying. Did you know, if we leave pretty soon, we can be in Florida by suppertime? Amazing. Way before airplanes, and for sure before cell phones and the invention of the internet people were [...]
Sherry | March 28, 2006
My deep thoughts last about as long as it takes me to sweep the kitchen floor. Today my deep thought involved limitations. I know what brought it on: two acquaintances recently lost their sight because doctors failed to diagnose their conditions in time. One is young and one is old. Both tragic. I wonder how [...]
Sherry | March 27, 2006
We just unveiled our website and we’ve already heard from friends and family in all corners of the country. How cool is that? Dottie, in Florida, sent this picture as a response to our site’s theme: “Mauri and Sherry Macy…in tandem.”
Mauri | March 26, 2006
So who’s reading this anyway? In the proliferation of these personal/public forums that has been the source of some wonderment—that and the time investment represented in all this writing/reading. Sometimes I’ve wondered who the writer thinks is reading and how that affects the process. Other times it’s been astounding to notice the evident assumptions about [...]
Sherry | March 25, 2006
I read this quote in Newsweek this morning: “Having a smoking area in a restaurant is like having a peeing section in a swimming pool.” (Thomas Pfeffer) Last night we six (two parents / four “kids”) celebrated Mom’s 84th birthday at Gustav’s. A distinct cigar smell crossed our table at some point in our meal, [...]
Mauri | March 25, 2006
…my commute is short (one block) but often interesting. A bad commute is when I can’t walk right down the middle of School Street. Heading home for lunch yesterday I saw two squirrels in one of Dan and MaryAnn Ritter’s big trees. One squirrel was having his/her lunch, and the other was…on a limb stump [...]
Sherry | March 21, 2006
At 6:30 this morning I came to to the sound of the garbage trucks in the neighborhood. A moment later I remembered we had not put the trash out the night before. With my gentle nudge Mauri was awake, on his feet, and heading for the closet to pull on another layer of clothing. While [...]