A hummingbird in the garage
No, not parked alongside the car
but hovering, frantically (they are frantic creatures)
Inches from the ceiling. It is darting back and forth
Against the white expanse as though a portal to
The natural world might appear but, actually, two very large
Portals, the open garage doors are there, just there
A few feet below where it - oh come on! -
Will not go.
Though I have no way of determining the…
I mentioned a while back that my grandmother (not the Grandmonster) went in for surgery on her shoulder three weeks ago only to have it postponed because her potassium levels had dropped dangerously low. I mention it again because the rescheduled surgery was this past Tuesday, and it went off without a hitch. She’s recovering nicely and will hopefully be discharged in a day. From there, it’s off to rehab! Would you believe some folks are confused by this?
It started with a simple…Continue
It took me decades to stop wearing my father's underwear. I asked my therapist the significance of that fact. He's still working on it.
Let me explain:
I don't mean that for years, on up into my adult life, I was, at any time, wearing my father's actual underwear. If that were so I wouldn't be asking my therapist about it. I would be living at my therapists, curled up at night on the waiting room carpet and doing little chores during the day, like…Continue
The designation NCC-1701 is common knowledge, isn’t it? Ah, and what a beautiful ship she is, especially the A version. But have you heard of the EVIL-666. It’s a kind of anti-sister ship, and her captain is my husband’s Grandmonster. She’s one tough cookie, let me tell you. And just when you think she hasn’t seen or heard something, she surprises you. Well, she surprises me. If this was ever filmed, it would definitely be sitcom material, only nobody would ever believe it was based…Continue
Okay, I DID finish cleaning the house and got it in impeccable order. This is one of the few times I’ll give myself a pat on the back for making the place look really good. The hubby sorted and gutted all the crap that had been sitting out for three years I couldn’t do anything with (because it was his), and then I did the 6-day deep clean. 6 friggin’ days. Finally, before I picked him, the Grandmonster, and my mother-in-law up Tuesday evening, I sat down for the first time in weeks and…Continue
I met Erica Herd, who blogged on Open as "Erica K.", at the big, lovely meet-up in Manhattan in 2012. I was impressed by how kind she was - and how impeccably coiffed.Continue
My grandmother is a spitfire at the age of 86. She still lives independently, still drives, has survived 3 husbands, still cooks, and has grown weary of keeping her opinions to herself. There’s some positive and not-so-positive elements to all of those, the not-so-positive being the bit about still living independently. Fortunately, Grandma is looking at moving into a senior complex in the next couple of months because she knows it’s a good idea, and we’ll all feel more secure. The only time…Continue
Like most of my past efforts to maintain a journal of events my best efforts are intermittent at best. Part of becoming a geezer is an increased focus on healthcare, so a couple of weeks ago Brother Bill and I went to see Doctor Yount, who is a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine and family practitioner. He also is an adjunct professor at the University of North Texas and on the day of our appointment one of his students, a pleasant young man, was observing his practice. With our permission he…Continue
That’s what some people here in France fondly call my son Julien.
But for a long time, I doubted he was very American at all.
Although I’m American, and although he’s visited the US a few times, he was born in a hospital in Paris, the city that’s been his home ever since. And as for me, the…Continue
Marriage is tricky. Love is complicated. And not complicated. It’s the uncomplicated kind that I miss the most. The kind of love that made everything else disappear. You remember it, or you might be in it now. I remember falling in love, especially during a cold, Chicago winter. It was the best thing in the world. I remember waking up on a freezing February morning, next to that warm skin, under blankets, safe. It didn’t matter how expensive the blankets were, or where we…Continue
Have you ever noticed that it was more important to be right when you were younger than when you’re older? When you were young, you could get away with saying “No, it’s THIS way!” or “You’re an Ediot!” with impunity. By the way, I coined the term “Ediot” to describe the goofy ass things my Undersexed Brother-in-Law does…because his name is Eddie, and because he does some goofy ass things. But older? Saying things like “I think it’s a tumor,” or “You should have that checked out because I…Continue
As I slowly unpack from a move, I find the hardest things to unpack are old files. Too much information in too little packing space, so it takes time to separate what I want to keep from what I don't. In my case, particularly because my previous move was from a larger house to a smaller one, a lot of stuff stayed in boxes the entire time I was in the last house, which was ten years. In some cases I find boxes that…Continue
Last week, I went to New Jersey to see my father for his 85th birthday. it was an emotional journey but one I'm glad I made.
The party was on Saturday. I saw my Dad ensconced in an armchair, looking small and frail, which he certainly is these days, but surrounded by people who love him. What was pretty wonderful about it was over half the people there were not actually related to him by blood. His three stepchildren were there with their spouses. Many of their grown children and…Continue
I'm keeping a half assed journal about life here in Bastrop, Texas. This is as good a place as any to start. I've rented a room in an old house built on a one acre lot on what used to be Camp Swift an Army training facility for the 10th Mountain Division and POW Camp for Germans during WWII.…Continue
One thing I will never be able to fault my husband for is that he’s a damn hard worker. His father was too, and both have done whatever they’ve had to in order to provide for the family. This doesn’t mean my husband doesn’t have quirks. He does. Got an early morning meeting you need him at, or an early flight he needs to be on? You’ll hear him running out of the house shouting “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” 5 minutes before he’s supposed to be there. But in terms of working hard, he’s done more than…Continue
Life in the Comfort Inn was convenient. Mama’s Kitchen was located in an Exxon Station a hundred feet from my door - hamburgers, fried chicken, breakfast burritos and breakfast muffins, and in the lobby of the motel were Danish pastries and coffee. Except for beer runs I could hole up with MSNBC and HBO all week, which is pretty much what I did. It was Thursday, September 22nd before I found the listing on Craig’s List, a room available in a house a few miles north of Bastrop…Continue
I hit the road around nine in the morning and found my way my way south through Fort Worth to arrive in Bastrop, Texas about two in the afternoon where I checked into the Super 8 Motel on Highway 71 West.Continue
I have a good friend, Jeff Adkins—who I don’t get to see nearly often enough due to our schedules—who frequently reminds people that they are loved, myself included. He doesn’t say it because it’s a catchphrase. Instead, he says it as a reminder. Do we need to be reminded? Yeah, I think we do. Look at our lives and how much of our time is spent wading in the muck of advertisements and news stories about some very horrible things going on. It’s easy to drown in it all, and it’s easy to get…Continue