Absorbed in a book

I bought Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight right before lunch. I plop myself into the last seat at the crowded bar at Longhorn’s, start reading, and the next thing I know, Diane the bartender is saying, “Hey, I’ve been talking to you a couple of times now and you didn’t hear a thing Continue reading Absorbed in a book

Last visits

I visited Mom’s house in Miami Beach for quite likely the last time yesterday. I tried my best to feel properly sentimental, especially when the soon-to-be new owners were there visiting (they want all the stuff in the house as well! bless them!). But it was never really my house — bought when I was Continue reading Last visits

Boredom in Miami Beach

Well, perhaps not “boredom.” Midday spent going through Mom’s house. I found nothing I wanted to keep and sat isolating myself with Fluffy the Laptop. Buck found lots of things, including a pile of letters Mom collected over the years from a cousin-in-law of mine who started sending her abusive letters after I prevented him Continue reading Boredom in Miami Beach