Author Archives: Susan

It used to be you could end the summer with the happy thought that come September, Ed Sullivan would still be smiling from his Sunday 8 p.m. slot.  Now we’re left in May and June with cliffhangers that were frustrating … Continue reading → Continue reading →

If you have the choice, choose b) Any Other Way. I can’t even tell you how the absolutely idiotic  system Federal Express uses has frustrated me since last week.  I’ve been sitting home since Thursday, afraid to go out, watching … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Good grief, I think I’m drunk. After siphoning and getting that first mouthful of wine a few times and tasting just to see how each wine is progressing and not wasting that teeny tiny little glassful that just won’t fit … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Moving wine from one carboy (glass jug) to another to siphon out the clearer wine, attempting to leave behind the lees (sediment) at the bottom.  The wine is still working (fermenting) at this point ( 3 weeks) so that the … Continue reading →

There’s a testimony to love and marriage on Loretta’s Pomegranates and Paper that gives a realistic view of what a long term relationship means. Here’s my show-don’t-tell:  Yesterday’s e-mail from me to Him at work: There’s a dead mouse in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Odd day today, Him stays home, not feeling well.  Don’t count on Federal Express who sneaks up to your door when you’re in the basement, whispers hello and hangs their door tag on the back of a bush.  My moulding … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I am very pleased to announce the winner of the "Find the Bug in the Brew" contest: Carolyn of For Chameleons.  Unfortunately, she responded too late and the bug, I believe a forty-legged besotted beetle of some sort, was quite … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A lovely ride up to the airport on an autumn early Sunday morning.  Through a small crowd of road race runners in Simsbury, avoiding back roads past the local airport where planes are putting on an airshow and from the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A few hours later, more fruit added to the brew.  It has caught the yeast already in the air–no, not some errant fly-by-night or evergrowing Herman, but from the other wines, the heady Montrachet. Bubbling rather timidly at first an … Continue reading →

What pulls me forward through the dew of earth and mist of morning petulance to wander bag in one hand, catcher in the other, in hope of just a handful shaken from the tree of crabapples, three pears plucked from … Continue reading →

Have to do some deeper thinking about this, and though I do suspect it has to do with attitude and inability to adjust and keep things more hidden the way I used to easily do because Lord knows, I had … Continue reading → Continue reading →