A couple of months ago, I wrote my “last” post on realsmallrealestate. But then, Sunny died. Sunny was my wing-girl. I adopted her from a rescue organization on 14 May 2015. It was just after I retired and I finally had time to give my full attention to a dog. I had been turning overContinue reading “19 june 2022: i lost my wing girl”
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“you’ve got to know when to hold ’em…”
Dear Reader(s), In the words of Kenny Rogers, “You’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em…” After 90 posts and a year and a half, it’s time to close the door on real small real estate. Building dollhouses and writing about them got me through the pandemic. As “15 daysContinue reading ““you’ve got to know when to hold ’em…””
wim hof + andrew huberman on cold water immersion
This post reflects my continuing experience with cold water immersion. Big caveat up front: If you “jump into” (no pun intended) cold water immersion too quickly, you can end up with a medical emergency. Proceed slowly. Let your mind, body, and maybe a coach, guide you. And of course, medical clearance is recommended. Also, thisContinue reading “wim hof + andrew huberman on cold water immersion”
wim hof method: 16 months
Here’s another one of my updates about my experience with the Wim Hof Method. I’ve been doing the cold water soaks for about 16 months now. Since I’ve made it through my second winter–albeit, a Southern California winter, so grain of salt–I have a little more insight into what is working for me. For thoseContinue reading “wim hof method: 16 months”
a turbulent march
I woke up yesterday and realized the calendar had turned from March to April. Thank goodness. March was tough. So much so I began to think a vortex had opened up in the universe and was sucking the life out of my life. A little melodramatic, I know, but it was a turbulent time andContinue reading “a turbulent march”
when you’re addicted to the “C”
I’m addicted to the “C,” or more precisely, the “C3.” It’s an expensive habit. I need to break it. If I did, or even if I cut back, I might be able to fill my gas tank more than a quarter full and then take a short vacay. But I’m lost to my addiction. IContinue reading “when you’re addicted to the “C””
dear al pacino…belated apologies for the interruption
Dear Al Pacino, It’s long past time to reach out about that unfortunate incident during the play in 1981–American Buffalo? At Circle in the Square? Yes, I figured you’d remember. Well, it was me. I’m sorry if I threw you off your game. Actually, I don’t know if I did or not. Between calling emergencyContinue reading “dear al pacino…belated apologies for the interruption”
in memoriam: my backyard trees, and maybe my mind
I’m conflicted today. My neighbors across my back fence–I don’t know them; they moved in a couple of months ago–are in the process of removing six mature trees on their side of the property that have been around since I moved here in 1997. I have a love-hate relationship with the trees, hence, my conflict.Continue reading “in memoriam: my backyard trees, and maybe my mind”
dinner at my place. or, not.
There is a scene from The Mary Tyler Moore Show, featured in the episode The Dinner Party, that always makes me laugh. It hits on those party nightmares: unexpected guests, meal timing, and running out of food. The highlight comes when Mary has to tell her boss, Mr. Grant, to “put back” two of theContinue reading “dinner at my place. or, not.”
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