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  • Trying to keep up with a push up challenge online
    Wednesday, April 1, 2020 5:57 AM
    Bob suggested we all do push-ups.
    I guess I should mention that I don’t know Bob. Peter, my husband, knew Bob in high school. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure Peter and Bob were even close pals in high school. But Bob sent me a Facebook friend request shortly after he became Facebook friends with Peter and, even though I don’t know Bob, I accepted. Then Bob challenged me to do push-ups.
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  • A deal of a lifetime can get you more cheese than you can eat in it
    Wednesday, March 18, 2020 2:39 AM
    My husband, Peter, likes buying in bulk.
    Peter hates paying shipping fees. He never wants to run out of anything and he loves a bargain. This is why we buy coffee in enormous bags, crackers by the case, nuts and raisins 10 pounds at a time, rice in 20-pound bags, and beans in 50-pound bags. It is sometimes a little alarming when the boxes arrive.
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  • Wednesday, March 11, 2020 5:49 AM
    I was looking at my hair in the mirror.
    “I think I might need a touch-up,” I noted to my husband, Peter.
    “Hmmm,” Peter replied, without looking up. (Which means, “If you think so honey. I honestly believe you might be able to hold off a week!” I can always count on Peter for a thoughtful response.)
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  • Starting a brand new chapter with fiction on my brain
    Wednesday, March 4, 2020 3:50 AM
    Last week I started doing something I’ve never done before. I started writing fiction.
    I realize this does not sound shocking since I’m writing every week. My husband, Peter, says I write fiction all the time—every time I write about him. But the truth is, I have not written a word of fiction since I was in the second grade and wrote, “The 500-Pound Mouse.”
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  • Learning to whistle
    Wednesday, February 26, 2020 3:20 AM
    My sister learned to whistle at age two.
    She was precocious in other ways as well. She knew how to read by the time she started kindergarten. She demonstrated a physical dexterity I never did. She was much more talented at the piano. But it was the whistling that really got to me.
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  • On a subway with a cigar box of rainbow colored threads
    Wednesday, February 19, 2020 2:29 AM
    I spent the weekend in New York City.
    I hadn’t been to New York in quite a while. I was performing at a theater conference and so was traveling alone, without my husband, Peter.
    New York intimidates me — as all big cities do. I am not a nervous traveler, generally, but I keep my possessions close at hand and my eyes open — which is why I noticed the young man in the black athletic shirt on the subway.
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  • A night at a historic funeral home
    Tuesday, February 11, 2020 9:29 PM
    “What do you think?” my husband, Peter, asked about the link he’d sent me as we prepared to head home from the holidays.
    “The funeral home?” I asked.
    “Yeah, that one.”
    “I thought it was a joke.”
    “No, it’s right on our way.”
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  • Performing with a cowboy in New York City is life’s next challenge
    Wednesday, February 5, 2020 1:56 AM
    I want to start out by making it clear that I have nothing against cowboys.
    One of the new developments in my life is that I recently got a manager, Bob, to book performances of my writing. I’ve never had a manager before, so I didn’t know what to expect. But Bob is a wonderful fellow. He says he thinks of the folks he represents as family—which is something a lot of people say, but I get the feeling Bob actually means it. So, I was eager to keep Bob happy. But then he suggested I perform with a cowboy.
    “Carrie, I know this is a crazy idea, but I want you to think about it!” Bob said.
    “I will,” I said (wondering, as I said it, if I actually would).
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  • Amazement that comes with finding something dear that once was lost
    Tuesday, January 28, 2020 10:49 PM
    I lost a feather the other day and I understand this does not qualify as news.
    But I want to say—for the record—that this was a really nice feather. I paid good money for it and pinned it to my favorite blue hat. I wore that hat out for a walk, one evening, when it was chilly.
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  • Living your best life on the season’s edge makes you appreciate little things
    Tuesday, January 21, 2020 8:40 PM
    “I like the edge season!” my husband, Peter, said, as we watched the moon rise over the mountains and felt a chill breeze rise with it. As far as I know, Peter invented this expression. He might have meant the “season’s end,” but I like the idea of the “season’s edge” better.
    Peter and I are staying in the south of Spain and, even here, the season is changing. Restaurants that have been open all summer and fall are finally giving their employees a few days off. Menus are changing, hours are shortening, outdoor tables are now used only during the day and only on days that are sunny. Clouds suddenly appear over the mountains and the diners scatter, looking for somewhere cozy indoors.
    And I agree with Peter: I like it.
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  • The mysterious "Cookie Situation" of the Atlantic
    Tuesday, January 14, 2020 9:26 PM
    “People have been asking about the squeaking of the ship,” our captain reported, somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic, “but I must tell you, this is nothing to worry about.”
    He then proceeded to explain how a ship needed to give in heavy swells, just as an airplane had to flex during flight. “Otherwise,” he explained cheerfully, “the ship would snap in two!”
    I’m not sure this was the reassurance worried passengers were looking for.
    My husband, Peter, and I are on the second week of our trip across the ocean. The final stop at port has been cancelled due to storms in the Atlantic. This means we will have seven straight days at sea.
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  • “Transatlantic Turnaround”
    Wednesday, January 8, 2020 2:07 AM
    My husband, Peter, and I are returning from Spain by boat. The whole idea started when Peter read a book about the sinking of the Lusitania.
    “That sounds like fun!” Peter told me, as he read.
    “Death at sea?” I asked.
    “No, the part before that!” Peter clarified.
    Peter thought the idea of a cross-Atlantic ship sounded fun and romantic. He began investigating transatlantic trips and once Peter starts investigating a thing, it’s as good as done.
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  • Wednesday, December 18, 2019 4:00 AM
    It is the tender cusp of Christmas.
    It is that time when emotions run close to the overfill point, when sentimentality and anger and depression and euphoria mix freely together, with not enough space between them to tell the difference from one moment to the next. 
    I am visiting my parents—and of course this does not help. 
    My parents are doing well (thank you for asking). They are in their eighties now, still living in their dream cabin in the woods and, although I know they are growing older, the signs are so incremental and their attitude so upbeat, it is easy to deny the passage of time when I am with them and imagine I am a much younger person than I actually am. 
    Yesterday, we stopped at the local greenhouse in the small town near their cabin. It was unbelievably cold. I don’t know why I couldn’t believe it; I grew up in the cold and was raised with the idea that extreme cold was a signpost of Christmas and a litmus test for true Christmas spirit. But the truth is, I haven’t lived in a very cold place for a while and the cold stole the breath out of me. 
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  • Tuesday, December 10, 2019 11:34 PM
    My husband, Peter, and I are spending a month in Spain and we have left our worries behind. As a result, we have had to come up with new, temporary worries to occupy us until we get back home.
    Peter ran out of lotion and for several days used something he found in the house which turned out to be soap. (“I wondered why it wasn’t soaking in!” Peter said.) He doesn’t like my lotion (“axle grease!” Peter complains) so he ventured out yesterday to buy some more. He came home with some lotion in a metal tin and immediately began worrying if this container would travel well.
    “I don’t want grease leaking all over my luggage!” Peter worried.
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  • Wednesday, November 27, 2019 12:14 AM
    First, I noticed the owl. 
    “Peter! Did you see the owl?!” 
    Our last Airbnb in Spain had a ceramic owl. So, when I found a similar owl—in a similarly inconvenient location—I took it as a good omen.
    “What owl?” my husband, Peter, said.
    Then I found four more owls, bringing our tally up to five. 
    “Five owls! Now I know this is going to be a good trip!”
    “Huh,” Peter agreed. (Sometimes Peter’s not as effusive as I am.)
    We are staying in Frigiliana, a small town in the south of Spain. The rent was suspiciously cheap, but the reviews were all good except to say that the house was on a road with stairs. There is a good reason for this: the town predates wheels. Roads with stairs work perfectly fine if you don’t drive on them. 
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