What does Daddy do? A scientist. What does Mommy do? A pig. Pardon? Mommy’s a pig? A pig! A pig! A pig! Okay, no more questions.
Sometimes I feel like a bag lady. Like for instance the time I was sitting outside in the rain (because I was having these spells of vertigo and had to sit down really fast or else) and two different passerbys in the span of five minutes offered me bagels. Or my experience with food stamps. [...]
Monday, September 20, 2010
Something about Elsie on the phone in between two shots of our landmark (yeah, landmark) birthdays strikes me…as…what? What’s the sick metaphor here? I know there’s one.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
I’m not really complaining, but I am saying that raccoon shit on my deck is not an okay thing to wake up to. It’s a mood changer really. You start the day all perky with the anticipation of coffee (which in my world takes 3 hours to prepare…you remember the hand grinding, the vacuum sealed [...]
Shouldn’t there be a picture of a tent or something? Probably. But you know what? We discovered that we hate tents. Okay, that’s too strong. We hate the feeling in our bodies, particularly our necks, okay, particularly my neck after sleeping in a tent. Maybe it was the bottle of wine. And this way, I [...]
The extent of our conversing these days (I am madly doing fundraiser business and Simon is writing a $100,000 dollar grant…and, oh yeah, helping me with fundraiser business. ‘Cause you can’t live with me and not help me. I have this way of sucking people into my exciting vortex): SIMON. “I just chipped my front [...]
The sexiest photo I have ever taken of a bunch of clover. After Simon told us he was looking for a ‘host of mutants.’ Welcome to my geek world.
I was momentarily considering taking a job that would require writing five “newsflashes” every day for a blog at an inordinately low price. My husband talked me out of such madness, suggesting perhaps I didn’t need more things to distract me from the play I’m trying to write—let alone the fragmented brain required to come [...]
Pick up the earlier part of the story here…soon to be posted on my friend Tim’s website here. And then of course, I can’t forget her final question: “Do you work? Or are you a homemaker?” My favourite question in the world, which when phrased just so sounds like, “Do you do important things outside [...]
I found this little bit in my files…okay not exactly in my files…but on a crumpled envelope…though I do aspire to have files and be that organized. So let’s just say I found it in my files! “Wrestling depression. My depression. To its knees. Easy as pie. Um. ‘Cause it’s not severe. Just slight. A [...]
