The Postscript Bunion season Carrie Classon It’s that time of year again. No, I am not talking about bikini season. I’m talking about bunion season. I did not even know I had a bunion until fairly recently and now, every time I start wearing sandals again, I am reminded that I do. I imagine it …
The Postscript Poking and clicking Carrie Classon “You gotta keep poking and clicking,” a friend tells me. “That’s what my daughter does.” By this, she means that learning new technology is not a straight path. I have to play with it. I have to find the process of learning fun and challenging and not get …
The Postscript Friends like Angel Carrie Classon This time of year still hits me hard. It is the anniversary of the death of my best girlfriend, Angel, who died too young and left an Angel-shaped hole in my life. “Can it be six years?” I ask my husband, Peter, in disbelief. Angel died at …
The Postscript A great time to get old Carrie Classon “It’s a great time to get old!” That’s what my husband, Peter, says. He’s right. And getting old is – as the saying goes – better than the alternative. I was thinking this while waiting for my father to get a pacemaker. My father had …
The Postscript The job I want Carrie Classon “Dress for the job you want!” was advice I heard from an early age. I took this advice to heart. I was working a lowly job in a government office while applying for jobs in businesses around town. I had never worked in business, but I had …
The Postscript A very bad smell Carrie Classon Of course, we should have known something was wrong. The nice thing about living in our new condo is that we don’t have the responsibilities of a stand-alone home. There is no yard to rake, no snow to shovel. There is someone at the front desk who …
The Postscript A lot of cake Carrie Classon The plan was to buy everyone cake. My husband, Peter, and I are finally getting ready to leave Mexico, and we can’t say we are too happy about it. The last two months in San Miguel de Allende have convinced us that it is a place we …
The Postscript My grouchy friends Carrie Classon I have a weakness for grouchy people. I have a couple of friends I would describe as perpetually grouchy, and I’m not quite sure why, but I think they are good for me. To clarify, I’m not fond of being around people who are in the habit of …
The Postscript A dog knows Carrie Classon “What a sweet dog!” I said, in Spanish. “She is a sweet dog,” the man walking her answered, in English. He had an Irish accent and was walking the young dog down the street as my husband, Peter, and I made our way home from dinner. “And she …
The Postscript Patron of the arts Carrie Classon My landlord, Jorge, is a patron of the arts. When I imagine a patron of the arts, I imagine some fabulously wealthy person in the past, supporting the creation of art in Italy or New York – someone with an impossibly luxurious lifestyle, maybe with a couple …
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