I am in here.
I’m none too sure how a brand-new tube of toothpaste ended up entangled in our bedclothes, and frankly am none too eager to find out. Though I think it has something to do with my visit to the dentist yesterday, along with the dawning realization that I shall need at least 2 new crowns, and … Continue reading I pack in the morning. Toothpaste.
OK, so baseball started last night. I’m still pissed at that, because we, here in Cincinnati, have always (theoretically) had the right to have the very first game of the season. We always start at home, though, which is nice. They haven’t taken that away from us. Time to quit feeling so aggrieved, especially since … Continue reading Opening Day, 2006
Peter and Buck and Sophia the Dog are on the couch here in the TV room where we’re finishing watching “Terminal” with Tom Hanks. I am watching Peter wrestle with Sophia the Dog — she’s biting her own tail — while the credits roll on the screen. He’s laughing. Life is good, you know?
I am gathering my books together this evening, about to head out for my Introduction to Judaism class, which I’m taking in preparation for my conversion. Peter, who’s home for a few days, wonders what I’m up to. Me: I’m going to my conversion class. Peter: Why can’t you learn something cool, like Islam? Me: … Continue reading Dialogue with my son
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