I am in here.
You can go through Target roughly three times in one two-hour stretch before the cashiers start regarding you as a permanent resident. All shopping carts, when loaded past a certain weight, drift to the right. Parking a block away from your front door is an excellent opportunity for aerobic exercise.
Boulder. Again. Helping Peter to get condo set up. Tired. One peculiar thing, though… The car I rented today is the exact same one I rented last time (I checked the license plates). Somebody has adjusted the seats differently, though. I wish they wouldn’t do that… 🙄
So just how do you go about being a poet? Is it like a job you go to every day, from nine-to-five on the day shift, and collect a sort-of living wage? And then try to forget about it at night with TV and a beer? Because you can’t get back to sleep any other … Continue reading The job of a poet
I got a challah on Friday for Shabbat. We didn’t eat any of it, though… The cat got to it first. Lucy nibbled right through the bag and made a small bit of headway on one end of the thing as soon as I set it down and left the room. Today, she worked on … Continue reading I have a Jewish cat
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