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It’s commonly known that we often don’t appreciate what we have until we don’t have it.
Last week I wrote about my son Rory’s penchant for re-enacting scenes from horror movies with the objective of scaring the bejesus out of his (adoptive) mother and younger brother.
All parents I know would agree that they would sacrifice their lives in a heartbeat to save their child.
One advantage of writing a local newspaper column is that you get the opportunity to connect with people you’d otherwise never meet.
Welcome to Auntie Inga’s Geriatric Curmudgeon Hour, pandemic version.
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Anyone who has been reading my column for a while knows that I’m a sucker for those internet articles about how to make yourself look 20 pounds thinner (Photoshop?)
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It occurred to me that one of the difficulties in these coronaviral times is that even people we think of as kindred souls have very different levels of comfort as to how much social distancing and disinfecting they require. It would be nice if there were a scale that would give people a score that they could just pass on to their friends and relatives so you wouldn’t have to go through this whole laborious “we’re doing this but we’re not doing that” dialog. As my contribution to pandemic living, I have created one.
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I recently recounted the saga of the untimely crumping of our stove in March during a time when neither repair people nor appliance installers would set foot into your home because of the coronavirus.
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February 2020 almost seems like a lifetime ago.
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I have to confess that I wasn’t initially all that worried about the coronavirus.
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A common question that I hear people pose is: “What’s going to be the new ‘normal’”?
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Three La Jolla projects are finalists for honors in the San Diego Architectural Foundation’s 44th annual Orchids & Onions Awards.
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A vending machine stocked with books? In the lobby of a library?
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A city investigation is underway of a property in La Jolla’s Country Club area where construction was reported to be above the allowable height for the area.
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The Young Actors Workshop has been helping students find their voice through theater for half a century, and its founder and other participants are gearing up to celebrate.
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It’s been a busy couple of months for the Enhance La Jolla board.
Our dog, Lily, is definitely an emotional-support animal, even if she doesn’t have a diploma.
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Pandemics have always been a part of my family story.
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Last year, I wrote about my husband, Olof, taking up sourdough bread making as a retirement project.
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Let me say up front that I am hardly a germophobe. (One look at my house would convince you.)
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A journal of the COVID month: March 15: Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, all the public libraries are shutting down tomorrow until further notice.
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My last two columns have been about the early days of my relationship with my first husband, Fred. We divorced in 1983, and now that he is ailing (not COVID-19), we have found ourselves reconnecting on a more positive plane and reviewing our marriage with a different eye. I’m actually glad to have the opportunity. Marriage, I learned long ago, gives you not so much a helpmate as a scapegoat. I actually got my first exposure to this concept before I even married Fred, but I was too enamored of his handsome body, quick mind and potential earning power to pay attention.
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Last week I wrote about meeting my first husband, Fred, when I was in college and he was a student at Albert Einstein Medical School in the Bronx. After six months or so, he decided to risk introducing me to his parents even though they would be disappointed that I wasn’t the nice Jewish girl of their dreams. “Disappointed” may be a little bit of an understatement. The gist of that meeting, as I recall, was “Are you trying to kill your mother???”
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In the last year or so, I’ve been able to reconnect on a more positive basis with my first husband, “Fred,” from whom I’ve been divorced since 1983. He’s been ailing and I’m probably the only one around who remembers his parents, his family home in New Jersey, and certainly his medical school years at Albert Einstein in the Bronx. Pleasantville, New York, where I grew up, was exactly 22.8 miles from Albert Einstein, but the Bronx might as well have been in another galaxy.
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Every time I drive by 1590 Coast Walk — the ever-burgeoning behemoth at the juncture of Prospect and Torrey Pines Road — I can only conclude that La Jolla’s motto should be “Build it and you will get away with it.” Of course, I’ve come to the same conclusion over a number of projects built in my own neighborhood.
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Those who celebrated the Chinese New Year on Jan. 25 know that this is the Year of the Rat. I couldn’t help but reflect that in La Jolla, it is always the year of the rat. The little buggers really like it here. Qualities attributed to people born in the Year of the Rat (a 12-year Zodiac cycle) include intelligence, charm, ambition, quick wit and practicality. Good qualities all. If you were born in 1912, 1924, 1936, 1948, 1960, 1972, 198, 1996, 2008 — you were born in the Year of the Rat.
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I think every family has some classic lines that everyone remembers — including and especially the person who often regrets uttering them. Others are just shorthand for favorite family stories that can be resurrected with a single phrase. Here’s a few from our family.
