OK, so as a blogger, I'm not so consistent.
But, I do like to think I'm providing quality over quantity.
I'm really proud of everything on my site so far. It's like a very slow diary. So, you must wonder, how am I coping with my life some months after my last post. Well, I am still crazy, still sweating f0r NO GOOD REASON (thank you menopause, so very much!!!) I'll try to catch you up quickly. Liz, formerly of Atlanta, is now in San Francisco. Parenthetically speaking, what a wonderful city! Daryl & I went out during spring break (Eric & Chris were supposed to go with us, but, whither Eric goest, or refuses to goest, so goest or doesn't goest Chris... you figure it out.) Right now, Eric is 17 and Chris is 14. One idolizes the other... again, you figure it out.) I didn't want to "kick against the pricks," (this, believe it or not is a Biblical reference -- thank you Constance Bartels) so, the boys stayed home, and Daryl & I went alone. Liz and Brian have a wonderful apartment and two gracious cats (Fleury and FBlanche - F1 & F2 to me) so we had a great time, sans plaintive teenage boys. The payback, you ask... Well, we have a little roadtrip planned for this summer. Two Schuette nieces are getting married and, well, we're all going.
San Francisco has the BEST CLIMATE ON EARTH FOR MENOPAUSAL WOMEN. I didn't break a sweat even ONCE. San Francisco has hills though. I like walking downhill, but uphill, well, that's what the busses are for. I'm happy that Liz is living in such a wonderful place -- great shopping, great food, great sights, totally groovy place. Plus, they pay people really well there. Unlike Florida whose pay scale is comparable to that of the tenant farmers in the Grapes of Wrath.
