Fragment #3
I was, lets see seven at the time? Eight? 1925, so I guess eight. I was eight and my brother Ronny, he was ten or thereabouts. Miranda was just five. I do remember that, because thats as old as she got. …
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The Positive Negative Socks are done
Details here. In other news, I finished reading Sabbath’s Theater last night. Oh my god. How (why) did I wait this long to read Roth?
Here we go with the canned meat again
I just deleted 96 spam comments from yesterday’s St Vincent post, and closed the comments on that and all previous posts to keep the little buggers from getting in again. Once they find an opening, they hit it again and …
Fragment #2
Its payback for all the bad things I did over the years, I think. No one in my family ever had arthritis. She says this with her small pinched mouth, her eyes pinched tight as well, a face accustomed to …
nap, nap…oh my god will you please nap?!?!
Today I am acutely, painfully, desperately (insert additional melodramatic adverbs here) aware of how very far we have moved from our (my) support system. Billy has been out of town on business since Wednesday. He gets back late tonight, after …
Sneaking a quick post while the kid naps…
He’s conked out, but I don’t know for how much longer. We had a busy morning. A playdate with Jonah, then a long stroller walk to the Goodwill to buy some more books for Thumper, then a nice long walk …
Positive Negative Socks
I’ve always got a pair of stockinette socks on the needles. Here’s the latest pair: I’m planning to make a second pair just like them, so I can choose matching or coordinating, depending on my mood. Trekking # 183 and …
Fragment #1
Chipped diner mug, heavy white ceramic and a rough spot at the rim, barely noticeable until your lip hits it on the first sip. Weak diner coffee, three a.m. and then that unexpected roughness against your bottom lip and isnt …