It has come to my attention that Tina wants a break from crying when she reads my posts. Some people can be so demanding. But you know me–always the accommodating sort. Benefactress to the masses and whatnot. Though I would remind Tina that crying can be a useful activity–like when someone else gets the biggest
Bobbing for World Peace Read More »
In a recent post I mentioned that, as part of my jubilee, I’m treating my body to a full tune up and detailing this year–making sure the old engine is still running smoothly and none of the screws are loose. (Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking. Just zip it, you.) So, yesterday I went
Anti-Dentite no more Read More »
I filed our taxes today. I can’t even tell you how many tedious hours I spent Tuesday and Wednesday preparing them. Am I the only one who wonders if some of those worksheets were designed by a bunch of disgruntled Dilberts as a prank? I imagine them snickering as they hunker over cups of cold
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Sometimes I just wish people would stop long enough to weigh the consequences of their choices and then do the right, noble, considerate thing. Other times I just wish people would send me money and presents. Which is really the same thing, when you think about it. This morning George had to drive to Nacogdoches.
What’s “have” anyway? Read More »
Happy Valentine’s Day! (Think chocolate.) In other news, one of the challenges to writing good fiction is making dialogue believable. How many times have you been reading a book and thought, “No one really talks that way”? There’s an art to natural dialogue, but the big question is, who gets to decide what’s “natural”? I
I know I’ve said this before, but Jacob makes the ideal audience. If I ever lost the last shred of my sanity and stood up at an open mic in a comedy club, I’d make sure Jacob was in the room. It’s one of the good gifts brain injury has given him. (There are good
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Hospital shows have been around forever, from the long-running soap opera General Hospital (my babysitter used to watch that when I was a kid; is it still on?) to ER to Scrubs to Grey’s Anatomy. I confess I’ve not watched any of them, but apparently they’re very popular and successful. So, maybe I should jump
ICU. (You may want to fasten that gown.) Read More »
George and Jacob are already seated at the table waiting to say the blessing when I slide into my chair. “I’m here,” I announce. Jacob: I can see you. Me: I can see you, too. Jacob: I can point at you. (He demonstrates) Me: I can point at you, too. (Likewise) George: Are you two
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Wednesday evening I was preparing dinner when George leaned against the counter and said, “Don’t put too much garlic in that chicken. I’m going to prayer meeting tonight.” “Oh, okay. Don’t want your breath blowing everyone away.” “Yeah. Craig likes for us all to pull our chairs into a close circle so that our heads
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We didn’t have much of anything to fix for dinner, so George said he’d go to the store. I scanned the contents of the fridge to see what we needed, and he wrote the list. When I glanced at it, I noticed he’d printed with much larger, rounder letters than usual. “Why are you writing
It’s, like, totally time to make a grocery list. Read More »