Susan has some stories to tell from her life up North to reinventing herself in Palm Beach! She is a published author of two books: How To Complain When There Is Nothing to Complain About & How Old Am I In Dog Years. She is also featured in many publications and she would like you to subscribe to her blog: Susanunfilteredwit.com. This is an episode not to be missed!
Here is a short piece from one of her articles on her blog:
Isolation Diary
Diary? Whom am I kidding? Keeping a diary implies that you know what day of the week it is. Which I don’t. For any orientation at all, I rely on the daily newspaper delivery, which miraculously arrives at our house each morning.
Part of my husband’s physical fitness routine is walking to the edge of the driveway with a pair of repurposed barbecue tongs. With these, he lifts the paper and gingerly brings it into the house, removes the plastic wrapping, and skillfully lowers it into the garbage pail. I note how deftly the plastic never touches his skin. It took about a week, but with diligence and determination, the entire operation is now a well-oiled machine.
And so begins the day. Which day? Any day. It doesn’t matter. All the diary entries would be the same.
Susan has some stories to tell from her life up North to reinventing herself in Palm Beach! She is a published author of two books: How To Complain When There Is Nothing to Complain About & How Old Am I In Dog Years. She is also featured in many publications and she would like you to subscribe to her blog: Susanunfilteredwit.com. This is an episode not to be missed!
Here is a short piece from one of her articles on her blog:
Isolation Diary
Diary? Whom am I kidding? Keeping a diary implies that you know what day of the week it is. Which I don’t. For any orientation at all, I rely on the daily newspaper delivery, which miraculously arrives at our house each morning.
Part of my husband’s physical fitness routine is walking to the edge of the driveway with a pair of repurposed barbecue tongs. With these, he lifts the paper and gingerly brings it into the house, removes the plastic wrapping, and skillfully lowers it into the garbage pail. I note how deftly the plastic never touches his skin. It took about a week, but with diligence and determination, the entire operation is now a well-oiled machine.
And so begins the day. Which day? Any day. It doesn’t matter. All the diary entries would be the same.