I am in here.
I watch NASA scientists on Devon Island pretend to be on Mars. I wish I were going with them, but I doubt that’s on the list of possibilities for this lifetime. I am a slug. I have not read today. I have spent the morning doing physical therapy and picking up Eddie the Cat from … Continue reading Sluggish
Nope, none of that sissy stuff I had for my eighteenth birthday – none of those dusty old bottles of 1890 Rothschild port. Hell no. Drunken Noodles at the Bangkok Bistro, and a couple of splits of cheap champagne. Okay, maybe it was a mistake not to have the Rothschild port. Especially of that vintage. … Continue reading Birthday dinner
About exactly eighteen years ago, I was zoning out on my first dose of Demerol, but still had about ten hours of labor ahead. Happy birthday, Petersen Williams Niehoff!
Just now dreamed of my mother. I can never remember all of a dream. We were in our old house, where I grew up. She was decorating some cookies. She ran out of decorations and went upstairs on an elevator to get some more. I wanted to go too, so I got on the next … Continue reading dream.
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