I am in here.
My son and I have developed a (perhaps) unique parent-child bonding ritual. Many/most nights, before he heads off to bed, we watch Stupid Television. Stupid Television, of course, cannot be meaningful, or even a serious attempt at drama. I love Shakespeare, but Shakespeare is right out. For years, one of our favorite shows are those … Continue reading Columbo
The meeting ended on an excellent note, and I am home again, and have dosed the cat and patted the dog and hugged the kid. And now I must readjust to the normal speed of light and life after a day and a half of continuous meetings with a couple of interruptions for shabbat prayers … Continue reading excellent day
It is Saturday morning, and I watch my husband trying on his tuxedo, with no shirt. I can’t decide if it makes him look like a bum, or weirdly California-stylish, or just silly. “Silly” is just such a nice, catch-all type of term. We go to a benefit tonight. I have to find a dress. … Continue reading tuxedos in the a.m.
Last night, I entertained myself thorougly by trying to start a fire (in the fireplace) with the damp wood I found on sale at Wild Oats when I went to get dinner items. I have been way too lazy to order a half a cord, so I must subsist on cheap wood that is damp. … Continue reading where I go in my dreams
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