I am recovering now from my recent hernia surgery, and I keep thinking how funny it might be to channel my late mother for this blog post. Mom loved to milk every single medical malady from which she ever suffered. Cousins of mine to this day continue to experience PTSD symptoms from having sat next to her at holiday meals. To her, no … More The Catch 22
Disorder in the house There’s a flaw in the system And the fly in the ointment’s gonna bring the whole thing down The floodgates are open We’ve let the demons loose The big guns have spoken And we’ve fallen for the ruse (Warren Zevon) Thinking…. thinking hard. Okay, okay, hear me out with this: I’ve … More Disorder In The House
The problem with giving advice is that you sort of have to know what you’re talking about in order to make a difference in someone else’s life. It’s not a hard and fast rule, though. Many people fake it. They express a noticeable sense of self-confidence and put up strong airs about their superior knowledge. We call such people blowhards, … More I’d Never Steer You Wrong
If you’re like me, you get rattled when latex gloves are pulled out of the examination room drawer. It’s when… and I apologize for this… the rubber meets the road during a doctor’s office exam. That’s the point at which the appointment figuratively speaking goes from getting to know one another over lattes at Peet’s, to warily searching for the … More Is That a Hernia in Your Abdomen, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?
Whew. Stick a fork in it and let’s roll out of here already. Never mind popping corks to celebrate the new year; let’s just swig directly from the bottles, toss ’em in the garbage, and then forget the old one. Whoever shatters the most glass can apparate directly to 2020. Forget that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named¹ fellow for a minute, I’m … More Shattering Me Some Lang Syne
We’re all in strange times at the moment. They in turn lead to strange thoughts and actions. My mother always said to never wear ratty underwear because someone might notice if I got into an accident. I remember pondering that a bit. I envisioned myself lying in the middle of a street, my bike mangled beyond recognition by an impact with a large truck, and … More I’ll Need to See Your Voting History For The Box of Cereal, Please
A visit to St. Petersburg was on our calendar last weekend. We were guests at a holiday party that my boss hosted for all of her far-flung staff around the state of Florida. Get a bunch of librarians together, ply them with cocktails, and then watch spouses wince as painfully bad jokes are told for the hundredth time (example: … More Funny Bar Names, Random Dogs, and Holiday Scenery: A Visit to St. Petersburg
For a week I noticed the bike sitting behind the dumpster. It had been rejected at least twice by the garbage men, and no doubt the groundskeepers all passed on it too. It just sat there unclaimed, as if it were stranded on the Island of Misfit Toys. It was also a pawn in some kind of … More Dumpster Diving
Once again I shamelessly steal a friend’s annual Thanksgiving message on her Facebook page. Under my government, upon giving two attributions I may hereafter call this idea my own. If Trump feels he can change libel laws, I can make up my own rules too. Welcome back to the eighties– greed is good! Below is my list of those things … More Gratitude 2016 From A-Z
As I signal my way into the left lane of U.S. 1, I immediately realize my mistake. Not five seconds after doing so, a pick-up truck also changes lanes and is now intimate and somewhat disrespectful of my car’s personal space. Tailgating is one thing, but this is more like bumper cars at the fair. When you can … More A Part-Time Affair
