Bringing The Market Closer To An Eventual Equilibrium

It’s Friday desk clearing time for this blogger. “Ari and William Morel are homeowners and grandparents who hope to save their home from foreclosure after becoming victims of what they consider to be a predatory loan. The Morels, whose troubles began in 2006 when Will lost his job as a bank adjuster, were told that they could not force the bank to modify the loan under the Making Home Affordable Refinance and Modification program. The program gives struggling homeowners facing foreclosure and

Brilliant, CB! Just Brilliant!

I'm rounding out Year 13 of Apartment Living (gasp!) and I wish that Crate Barrel would have invented this about 12.5 years ago. The kid's table never looked so cool - and, at $299, has never been so stylishly affordable. It's like Forever 21 for grown-up furniture. I would have gotten a ton of mileage out of this back in the day. {Source: Crate Barrel }

Some Fruit, Some Flicks, Dinner and the new Pidges

Yesterday I made another visit to the Farmers Market. This is the season to gather and store for the winter. Plums are in season so I thought I now need to try my hand at jamming those suckers!! Here is a snap of some purple globes of deliciousness.... I am not sure of the type but they are smallish and a little on the tart side - which I like and can control how sweet I get the end product. It seems that last week there was greater variety of plums available - but these will do just fine.

Manila, Philippines – our new home in the sky

It’s now been a week since our arrival in Manila, Philippines. To cut to the chase; so far we love it. Our new apartment is fantastic; a high rise right in the heart of Makati – the business/expat area; all very upscale and metropolitan. We spent seven years in our home in Jakarta, so apartment living is a new thing for us. Our place is quite high in the sky and very spacious; 4 bedrooms, 4 1/2 baths not including the maid’s quarters. We have floor to ceiling windows in nearly every room i

Contagious Magic

I’m sitting, for what I guess will be the last time, in a tan recliner in a house that once belonged to Amy Clampitt . I’ve spent a lot of evenings in this chair — tweaking essays, dismantling poems, checking baseball scores. And I’ve hesitated to write about the experience. What does one say about a gift that can’t be quantified? And how does one express gratitude — for the books on the shelves, the cups in the cupboard, the wild turkeys in the backyard? Amy herself only lived in Lenox fo

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