
Beer and baseball go together, don't they? Like "rama lama lama ke ding a de dinga a dong." Or is it more like, "shoo bop shoo wadda wadda yipitty boom de boom?" (OK, perhaps I have seen Grease too many times.)
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I often wish we could have a cold one at lunch. I donno if I would have a beer, but a frosty margarita would make the afternoon's classes eversomuch more tolerable.
ReplyDeletetee hee!