Karol's blog

September 6, 2011

This spring, I announced to my daughter, “I’m going out to pull some rhubarb.” 

“You can’t,” she protested. “Not in the plant’s second year.”

Aug. 27, 2010

Ever since our oldest daughter got married and moved out of our house, I’ve been on a mission to dump the leftovers in her old room.  It’s been a challenge, however, for a variety of reasons.

August 19, 2010
Our youngest daughter is trying to convince us to get another dog.  And before I bite on that one, I’ve decided I need to cautiously and thoroughly consider the pros and cons of the matter. 

August 12, 2010
As I was rummaging through my mother’s utility closet, I came upon her old steam iron. She told me that she bought it right after she was married in 1948 and it still works – a testimony if there ever was one to letting off a little steam in private now and then!  Her “dry iron,” which was a wedding gift (Gee, some people have all the good fortune.), finally threw in the towel last year.

As I was tripping down memory lane with her, I had to admit that these days, most people hold onto a grudge longer than they do an appliance – or anything else, for that matter.  Just about everything is disposable.  The paper gown they give you at the doctor’s office that barely covers your dignity.  Razors.  Batteries.  Take-out containers. Water bottles. Air filters. Even marriage.  Why the average modern-day marriage lasts just seven years.  I have dental floss older than that!