Too Quiet a Week
BetsyG jaws about New Year’s Eve, why her post is late, and her weekend plans to see movies, including Revolutionary Road.
BetsyG jaws about New Year’s Eve, why her post is late, and her weekend plans to see movies, including Revolutionary Road.
It’s vacation week, and BetsyG’s not in her usual essay-writing form. But she gives a tantalizing preview of next Monday’s post, and wishes everyone a happy new year.
BetsyG writes while on Dimetapp and writes about baking a cake. Political rant at the end.
On Wednesday, I wrote my woeful piece on the anxiety surrounding my son’s echocardiogram. In fact I am very blessed to have many wonderful friends who are with me when I need them. The support of my friends it has really bolstered me.
BetsyG gets a strange postcard.
BetsyG talks about snapping turtles and Sarah Palin. No, the two topics are not related.
Dale’s friend had painted him a paint-by-numbers eagle and was mad when he didn’t collect it. What ultimately happened was surprising, to say the least.

BetsyG likes to write even more than she likes to talk. Her essays have been published in the Boston Globe Magazine. She has children who would be horrified to be associated with her and her blogazine. BetsyG is a happy divorcée and, suffering from a bad case of arrested development, has no idea how old she really is; her deluded belief is that she's your age, whatever it may be.