We all do, I suppose. These are unusually trying times; missteps and hostility abound and I’m beyond worried. Originally, I’d planned for this post to be about winter and the danger its slick, icy conditions present to stumblebums such as myself. I just can’t afford another broken leg (hip, if you want to be a … Continue reading : I need some lucky shoes :
: the dreaded reset :
Well, here we are. Slogging through the first official day of standard time. We knew it was coming, right? We tried to prepare. But, c’mon, how do your prepare to lose daylight, a beloved, life-enhancing commodity? You can’t. Standard time has all the charm of unwelcome, domineering houseguests. No matter how rude you are. No … Continue reading : the dreaded reset :
: life lessons from the 10 pin :
Bowling as metaphor. That's the topic. There are rules in bowling just as there are in life. However, unlike society's, the laws in bowling are immutable. They can’t be appealed or corrupted, struck down or ignored. Bowling requires ten pins in four neat rows and that’s that. Nine pin bowling was banned long ago. (Except … Continue reading : life lessons from the 10 pin :
: there’s a first time for everything :
It was a typical autumn afternoon: soggy and cold and gray. One of those adjectives alone is dispiriting; lump them together and it feels like piling on. On such bleak days, there’s a strong human instinct to stay home and surrender to inertia. But, as luck would have it, I was out of milk. For … Continue reading : there’s a first time for everything :
: watch your language :
You think you know people, right? Well, I didn’t and I don’t. Not anymore. Modern discourse took an ugly turn a few years ago and did a full embrace of crazy. Now, civility is in grave danger of being drowned out by loudmouths and crackpots. Red-faced, vein-popping outrage has taken over, f-bombs fly, and it’s … Continue reading : watch your language :
: preparing for another winter of discontent :
After a warm, sunny October afternoon, I needed to turn on a light at 6:30. 6 flipping 30. By the end of the month it’ll be 5:30, then it’ll be 4:00, then lunchtime. It saddens me deeply to say this, but — daylight’s in full, hasty retreat and winter has us in the crosshairs. Again. … Continue reading : preparing for another winter of discontent :
: uh-oh, computer’s down :
The damn thing swelled up like a puffer fish and I’m not kidding. The bottom bowed out and refused to lay flat on the desk. It wobbled and rocked and teetered and, frankly, looked a little explosive. I took it to the repair shop and left it for them to deal with. So, now, I’m … Continue reading : uh-oh, computer’s down :
: thank you, whoever you are :
I live downtown. My neighbors are hotels, restaurants, office buildings, churches, hospitals, courthouses, a library, apartment buildings, and bars. One bar, in particular. It has a 4 a.m. liquor license and, from the sound of it, a massive sound system. I like music. I do. All kinds of music. I even like loud music, occasionally. … Continue reading : thank you, whoever you are :
the whirly girl 