Author: kathygaillaughingatlife
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Always an adventure-Musical outing with my musician son
We are in Chelan, Washington… Nick has performances with one of his dear friends from the Washington State School for the Blind, Mac Potts. A simple car ride became a long struggle, as the 3 hour trip ( per Google Maps) lasted over 5 hours. Unexpected delays due to construction, horrendous traffic jams on the…
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Some things just never change
For my “long standing readers… this post is a mash up from two different posts, one from almost ten years ago when we first brought home the new pups… https://kathygaillaughingatlife.com/2013/11/21/the-great-elk-hound-escape/ And an incident that involved the batteries in the impossible to reach smoke detectors- which required the Little Giant extension ladder to enable one to…
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The F Word!
My son Nicholas makes most of his income entertaining. He plays piano and accompanies himself. An amazing repitorie is one of the reasons Nick is so popular with his senior audiences. He knows “their songs”. He is rarely stumped if a member of the audience requests a song. Having a virtualy unlimited roster of…
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My dryer broke!
So my dryer has malfunctioned. I’m hanging my clothes out to dry. Of course there’s a lot to the story of how this happened. I posted a few pictures of my creative sun drying process on Facebook. My umbrella on the deck doubled as a rack to suspend my laundry to be dried. Worked pretty…
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Interaction
Hearing is apparently a bit over rated when it comes to enjoying music. My son Nicholas entertains members of assisted living communitities as a way to make income. He has an encyclopedic repitoire, his brain full of tunes sure to please folks of all ages. Rarely does an audience member stump him with a request…
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Tulip Travails
Last year our flower bed provided much joy. This year, not so much. Spring time brings flowers to view, bulbs planted the previous fall or some that are residents from years past, struggle free out of the ground to provide the beauty and scents we enjoy. Due to an abundant and possibly over- enthusiastic application…
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Need to say good-bye.
A flurry of COVID cleaning unearthed this essay. So old the paper it was written on is yellow and brittle. I remember executing this document shortly after my arrival in Seattle in 1995. Evokes memories. Decided to clean it up a bit and post. Hopefully changed names enough to protect family’s privacy, with out taking…
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Depression Era Deception
Depression Era Deception Grace Prats prayed as she sifted the tainted contents of the “Gay Powder Puff Design” box of Coty Fragrant Face powder. She needed Divine Intervention to endow the flour sifter from her kitchen with magical properties that would transform this substance back to its original state. A miracle was required to restore…
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Showbound in Seattle
Once again, my hubby and son provide inspiration for my writing… “Wahoo!” My husband waved his phone as he played aloud the recorded message from his company. They advised workers to stay in place, work from home! A recent snowstorm blanketed our area with over five inches of snow. Wind pushed frozen precipitation into perilous piles…
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Christmas Came Early.
Christmas came early for me this year. It is always a thrill when I receive an email from the editors at Chicken Soup for the Soul that states an essay I’ve written and submitted will be included in a new book. My essay, called Community Spirit, is very special as it involves my son, Nick Baker.…