Author Archives: Djanka Gajdel

Soleless

I don’t typically start my blogposts with “what were you thinking,” but when it comes to middle-aged women, their feet and shoes, this is the only starting point there is. With things now opening up, I received an invitation to a designer shoe sale. There wasn’t one pair of shoes for me in a 50,000 […]

Size Matters

Unless you have the eyes of a Marvel comic book superhero, you’re not able to read the directions on the side of a bottle of medication of any type these days.The pandemic had me on screens and reading more than usual, straining my eyes.  What aggravated the situation was attempting to read what is written […]

Covid Math

With another lockdown, I’m back to Covid math. If you have a sander with a #1,000 grit paper, how many sheets do you need to file your foot calluses during a lockdown? If there are 650 people in line for a vaccine, and it’s blistering cold or wet, how many hours must pass before you’re […]

A Pinch In Time

The vaccines have arrived, with some proclaiming Hallelujah! They started with a perceived value to that of a Faberge egg. Now, with the potential side effects, their value has somewhat diminished to scrambled eggs. I’m not an anti-vaxxer, but this feels rushed to me. I’m fine to let someone take my place in queue until […]

Kiss My Money Goodbye

It’s official. I am not an online shopper. I have given the whole ‘online’ shopping experience the best kick at the can and am now resigned that it’s not for me. It’s suitable for some tangibles like books and cleaners, but anything outside of staples it’s a giant crapshoot. Before ordering an elegant romper on […]

Imagine

I received a video some time ago of world leaders singing the words to John Lennon’s song, “Imagine.” The message illustrates what could be but isn’t. That got me thinking. What if Donald Trump suddenly experienced an iota of enlightenment. What would that look like in a parting note to Americans?  “My amazing and fantastic […]

Cossack Christmas

Christmas 2020 was similar to Christmas 1987. Long before the pandemic, it was its own version of “Schitt’s Creek.” A year ripe with divorces, double-digit interest rates, and bankruptcies. In my third year of marriage, surrounded by our own challenges at the time, I decided to create a quasi Christmas dinner/party that celebrated the goodness […]