On a whim I order an espresso. Simon is visibly turned on. He can’t hold back. First sip will probably be bitter because of the crema. Usually you try and do it in three sips. Oh man, all these rules. Fine, do it in one. He misunderstands. No. Maybe I’ll do it in one or [...]
Here’s our latest ditty. Well, it’s really Simon’s ditty, but I sing it too. ‘Cause frankly, Twinkle Twinkle gets old. Not to mention it’s totally impersonal. This ditty on the other hand, is entirely specific. Nothing says lovin’ like a personalized ditty. Unless of course lovin’ for you is hot dogs or excursions to the [...]
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I make motions to type, but can’t get myself going. I should have things to say, reflections to make. Right? I have come full circle. Things have taken place. I was gone and now I’m back. Once we were two. Now we’re three. That’s fodder for hundred years. But I feel stuck and uninspired. And [...]
Thursday, December 11, 2008
This is what Simon and I do in the morning. Lemon shots. Gets the kidneys all fired up. Genius really. Particularly since my mother gave us that lime green lemon squeezer from Germany. (What is it with me and specialty items from Germany? Good question!) You should do it too. Okay, fine, you can make [...]
Friday, November 21, 2008
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
I will miss this guy when we move back to Toronto. Simon is particularly despondent.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Maybe you’re wondering what happened to the ants. Well, I think Jesus dropped in and carried them away on a chariot. A miniature ant chariot. He quietly ushered them in, one by one, in his gentle Jesus way. A totaly orderly ant exodus. Thank you, Jesus. It’s possible that he then proceeded to drop them [...]
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Let’s talk about gated communities. They’re very popular here in America. Less popular in Canada. In fact, I only know of one in Toronto. Once I played tennis within this said community’s secure boundaries. Oh the joys of lobbing a ball back and forth without the dangers of people lurking. Well that isn’t quite true. [...]
Monday, November 17, 2008
She pulls on her robe and peers through the blinds. It’s back. The beer can. “The beer can is back.” “Really?” “Are you as weirded out as me?” “It’s a little weird.” “Why are YOU freaked out?” “Well aren’t you?” “Of course. Some one is stalking us with a beer can! But if you’re weirded [...]
