This morning, as I was stumbling to the bathroom in a near catatonic state – I noticed something in the hallway. I couldn’t quite make it out – I had yet to wipe the sleep from my eyes. In the dawn’s early light, the something was dark and lumpy. And possibly rodent-shaped. And I’m not…
We are coming home late. The stars are brilliant in the night sky. Rissa says, “I know Orion’s Belt.” I say, “I really only know the Big Dipper. And maybe the North Star.” “Well, that one?” Rissa says. “That’s the, um… triangle… and over there is the octagon constellation and that one… is the…
I have been nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Menopausal Mother – very kind of her indeed! Please check out her blog! These awards encourage bloggers to read each other’s blogs and to let the public at large know about the blogging community. I am, in turn, nominating 15 other bloggers. It’s like…
From canitbesaturdaynow.com We have three cats. We have three boxes of kitty litter. You’d think that would mean that each cat would use its own box. You would be wrong. Two boxes are used for number one and one box is used for number two. Which means that one box is mostly dry with stinky…
I love watching the cats play. Steve and Lola are batting something all over the kitchen floor. They’re having so much fun. Galloping to and fro – the epitome of feline friskiness. I throw a glance their way – can’t quite make out what they’re playing with. White and… pink?? What are they playing with? …
When did I start having these crazy-ass hand veins? How did that happen?!? I’m 44 with the hands of a grandmother. I want to raise my hands above my heart so that all the blood rushes from them and I can pretend they are still young and pretty and not all blue and bulgy and…
Curly hair. Not every stylist gets it. You just can’t cut curly hair the way that you cut straight hair. It has a life of its own. You lose length when it dries. It SPROINGS. My regular stylist – Amanda – the one who can cope with curly hair, is off work, expecting her third…
Anybody else craving salt? I feel like I could have a freaking salt lick and it wouldn’t be enough for me. I keep making “nom, nom, nom” noises when I pass the salt aisle at the grocery store. You know the one… chips, peanuts, popcorn, tortilla chips… I want to take the salt shaker and…
I open up the freezer, seeking concentrated orange juice. I’ve got a brutal cold and my body is craving the vitamin C. I am Stanley, looking for my Livingstone. This is one of those real adventures into the freezer. I lift things up. Sole filets from 2010, Freezies from when we moved to this house,…
“Wait! Wait!” Rissa says, as I’m trying to depart her bedside. She clutches at me. “You can’t go yet.” “Why not?” “You have to lie on me!!” “Because why?” “Because then I can put my arm on my stomach and see if I can escape.” (This is one of those things that happened by accident…