Sometime, circa 1989, my oldest brother, Mike, and I were both given our first pairs of glasses — him, a pair of wire-rimmed glasses that sealed his fate as a future PhD in the sciences, me, my first pair of brightly-colored plastic frames, a style that serves me well to this day. The point is, … Continue reading
It was a good thing my mom wasn’t around to see the flatteringly panic-stricken look on my apartment manager’s face (he’s about my age) when he said, “Wait, are you moving?” She would have immediately called the crew at the cabin to hurry up construction, because it looks like a wedding in the fall. Anyway, … Continue reading
Turns out I can blog from my phone! Everyone wins! To help me celebrate, here are Phoenix and Sophie, being adorable.
I blame my mom. The last few times I was home and brought the cats with me, my mom fed them tuna. Not only that, she responded to their meows one morning, when I was not yet awake, by coaxing them into the kitchen and giving them tuna again. I can no longer open a … Continue reading
Well, hello sunshine! Greetings, world! My, you look LOVELY! I wouldn’t necessarily say I am POST-illness, but I am definitely able to be out and about, back around children as well as adult-like people. Oh, sure, my lungs are rattling and my nose is stuffy and that is less than ideal, but I was able … Continue reading
I’ve got cabin fevah, I’ve got cabin feeevah Being cooped up for four days with a summer cold (I HATE YOU VIRUS! PLEASE LEAVE NOW!) makes me reminiscent of all the time at my family cabin. Alas, it’s undergoing renovation this summer, so I’m plotting out ways to get that cabin feeling one of … Continue reading
My phone conversation this evening with my parents, in summation: Mom: (talk about me being sick) (talk about progress on the cabin) (talk about siblings) (talk about neighbors) (talk about remedies for my cold again) (talk about upcoming company)… Hold on, I have to take some bread out of the oven, talk to your dad … Continue reading
So what happens when I get sick is that, along with my illness, I get a serious case of the crankies. I have no way of getting PAST the crankies until I can be out of my place for more than fifteen minutes at a time — or longer than it takes to go buy … Continue reading
The sun is shining. There is a gentle breeze wafting through the decorative gingkos* and maples outside my window, the sky is cloudless, the air is fresh and free of the oppressive humidity that made the rest of the week miserable. I am inside, with a cold. A big fuck-you variety cold. Nothing dramatic — … Continue reading
I feel a cold coming on. This is not ideal. I know that tea is good for nascent colds, but it’s summer, so does iced tea count? Especially if it’s decaf? Consumed in large quantities? I’m going to say, yes. A doctor told me. A real doctor*. See, last year, I went to my friend … Continue reading
