I am in here.
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.
The warblers convinced me to go out and simply be outside, even though I knew that by the time I got there, the birds would be having their midday nap. I heard a fairly busy red-bellied woodpecker, but that was it. And one turtle, a red-eared slider, sunning itself on the shore of the pond. … Continue reading No birds.
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