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Welcome to Auntie Inga’s Curmudgeon Hour, Thank You Note edition. OK, so I’m getting old.
I was more than a little dismayed to read recently that the polio virus, which had been practically eradicated in the United States, has been detected in wastewater in the New York City area since May.
Recently my husband, Olof, went on an 18-day “Trains, Planes and Automobiles” trip combining all the travel he had canceled during the pandemic.
I’m trying to decide when our lives became controlled by beeps.
“We regret any inconvenience this may have caused you” seems to have become the national motto.
Reading a story in the paper the other day about various psychiatric diagnoses being lobbed at current and former people in power, I couldn’t help but concede that the DSM-5, the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition, hasn’t spared any of us.
Over the years, I’ve been collecting favorite quotes — way too many to list here.
Over the years, I have found that some of my best kitchen tools would be under the heading of “off label,” i.e., not originally designed for kitchen use.
Have I ever mentioned that on my mother’s side of the family, I am the only one in my generation, including my siblings, who is not a hoarder?
My worst fear isn’t dying. It’s having to get new electronics.