The Networker

You can’t tell by looking at my wrapping, but I was once a professional gift wrapper. Sort of.

Most Thanksgivings, you’ll find my husband and one of my brothers at our dinner table gnawing on turkey legs like a couple of peasants at a renaissance festival.

October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Naturally that makes me think back fondly to my first mammogram many years ago—the same way one might think back fondly to their first root canal.

Seriously though, thanks to my first very kind and efficient mammogram technician…

When I woke up Monday morning, the first thing I said to myself was, “What did you do all weekend? You didn’t finish the laundry. I know that!”
Not, “Have a wonderful day!” Not, “Do great things…

I lost my cellphone…again. It wasn’t in my purse and it wasn’t in the booth I was sitting in. I could think of only two other possibilities and they both invoked fear and trembling. Either it had been stolen by someone with a lot of contacts outside my calling circle or it was lost in the landfill—the one inside my car.

A lot of older people blame their age when they forget something. I think they’re forgetting how much they forgot when they were younger. If there’s one thing I remember, it’s that I’ve always been forgetful. And I blame it on the same thing