This Old House

Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

Every once in a while I get bitten by the redecorating bug and I feel compelled to refresh one of the rooms in the house. In the grand scheme of things, this is not as bad, as say, wanting to refresh husbands.  Of course, it might actually be cheaper to get a new husband than a new family room.  But…

The Sad, Sorry Tale of the Depot Man

The Sad, Sorry Tale of the Depot Man

“I’ll be right back,” said my husband as he headed for the door. “Where are you going?” I demanded.  We were in the middle of moving some of our stuff out of storage and putting some other stuff back in. It was a relatively massive job and I was counting on my husband to do all the heavy lifting while…

The Sad, Sorry Tale of the Depot Man

The Sad, Sorry Tale of the Depot Man

“I’ll be right back,” said my husband as he headed for the door. “Where are you going?” I demanded.  We were in the middle of moving our summer stuff out of storage and putting our winter stuff back in. It was a relatively massive job and I was counting on my husband to do all the heavy lifting while I…

Out of the Cast Iron Pan and into the Fire

Out of the Cast Iron Pan and into the Fire

When a friend gave me a gift of a cast iron pan, I was very appreciative. She’s a great cook and she swore by her great-grandmother’s hand-me-down cast iron pan. Apparently it had been in the family since they migrated east from the great plains in the 1800’s where they used to cook scorpions in their cast iron pans over an open flame…

If the Shoe Fits, Lose it

If the Shoe Fits, Lose it

“Honey, have you seen my shoes?” asked my husband as he wandered around the living room, peering under furniture. “Which ones?” I responded. “My brown boots.” I touched my temple and closed my eyes.  “Hmmm.  I can see them. Yes, they are coming into focus.  They are… under the kitchen table!” My eyes popped open and I smiled. “How do…

Over, Under, Whatever!

Over, Under, Whatever!

Contrary to popular belief, the three words a woman likes to hear most from her husband are not, “I love you.”  They are, “You were right.” So, you can imagine my utter, sheer, uncontainable joy when I heard the news this week that there was finally proof of something I had been telling my husband for years: Toilet paper is…

A Load of Rubbish

A Load of Rubbish

For me, one of the joys of city living was the garbage chute. Yes, it doesn’t take much to make me happy. For the uninitiated, the garbage chute is the place in your building where you toss your garbage and watch as it disappears into some garbage black hole so that it can be whisked away to Garbage Land without you…

This Old House

This Old House

Twenty years ago, in the dead of winter, after a year and a half of working with a realtor and losing every home we liked in a bidding war, I decided to take the job of finding us a home into my own hands. I made up a flier, found a neighborhood I liked, and then trudged through the snow…

Ducking the Truth

Ducking the Truth

One of the first things you’re required to do when you’re listing a house is fill out a Seller’s Disclosure Statement. This is where you divulge the condition of your property and anything in or outside the home that might not be in the best of shape or of concern for the buyer. Which led us to wonder: “Honey, do…