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The wind is howling outside this evening. I love it! I had an adventure with wind before I was born. Actually, my mom had this adventure, if you want to get technical and literal and such. I just happened to be inside of her at the time. My sister Lois was two. Dad, a law
After all that, she still met him for lunch. Believe me. This explains a lot. Read More »
I need to update in a major way. But it’s not happening tonight, because I’m so sleepy! I’m about to scuffle on outta here and hail a taxi to dreamland. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll write a nice, newsy post about Thanksgiving in Florida, including Luke’s and my amazing Cirque du Soliel routine we made up using
Sunday we drove to Mobile, Alabama, half-way to our destination on Florida’s east coast. I took books and the daily paper to help pass the time. I had almost finished working the crossword puzzle in the newspaper, but couldn’t figure out what to put in one space. So I asked George if he knew. “The
“If wishes were horses, then you’d be my horse come true!” –Nathan Miller
sometimes the unexplained can define you Read More »
I hope Luke won’t mind my posting this. I just love chatting with him whenever I get the chance. It makes my day. Let me go on record as saying “Hooray for instant messaging!” It makes him seem not quite so far away. Momzy to the Starz says: YO HOMIEEEEEE. Dawg. Ilitherian says: hello Ilitherian
Why I Don’t Get Anything Done. Or, Afternoon Conversation with Luke Read More »
My seventy-three-year-old dad had hip replacement surgery a week ago. Osteoarthritis in his left hip was causing him extreme pain and limiting his activity level. Bone on bone will do that to you. So now he’s home rehabilitating. If they tell him to stretch at least three times a day, he’ll do it five. Dad
you model that role so gracefully . . . even on crutches Read More »
I think you should all know two secrets about me. These are things that, up till now, only my parents knew. In fact, I didn’t even know them. But now I do. Here they are: 1. I am model-gorgeous. 2. I am a great comic writer. For those of you who know me, both of
in the eyes of the parental beholder Read More »
I am sitting here and supposedly I am going to work on my book. Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m supposedly going to do. But I’m not convinced. I’m trying to get used to this weirdness. What weirdness, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. The weirdness of not having any living soul around. That’s right. My
This is randomness. Read More »
My brain is a mite bit foggy, so please don’t hold me accountable for whatever you find in this entry. (Unless it’s really good!) We pulled into our driveway around 2:30 AM this morning, having left Chicago yesterday morning. We didn’t get a super-early start, because we thought we’d take two days to come home.
It’s like the sugar on the candy for my stuff. Read More »