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Red Keds. At the age of five, I discovered pride of ownership in a new pair of red Keds. I can still see them in my mind. Our house was being reroofed at the time, and men were up on the housetop pulling up the old shingles and tossing them down into the yard for later cleanup. As …[MORE] If I have any regular readers (is there anybody out there?), you may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything for a few days. I have an excellent excuse: I’ve been recovering from a really bad cold for the last week. The experience offered some profound insights. Top Ten Things You Discover—or Rediscover—While Sick with a …[MORE] I just needed cat food. I needed prescription cat food for an ailing cat, so I could only get it at the vet’s office. And it was Sunday. I knew my vet kept office hours on Sunday, but only for a very short window of time. My mind kept coming up with “two” and “four”, but …[MORE] A random list of things I am thankful for:
I am locked in an eternal struggle with paper. I trash it, shred it, file it, use it, reuse it, recycle it, and constantly strive to reduce it in my life. My efforts are in vain: it just keeps coming in the door. I haven’t given up yet, but I have begun to despair. Recently, while …[MORE] I recently lost track of my favorite online interactive game. I am in mourning. I’ve never been very interested in games. I like puzzles—jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzles, sudoku puzzles, whatever—but I’ve never cared for board games, card games or other such pastimes. When I [finally] got on Facebook, I began to receive “gifts” from a couple of …[MORE] I’m a pet lover. There have only been brief interludes of petlessness in my life. Most of my pets have been cats, because they are best suited to my lifestyle and personality, but I also love dogs. Currently, my best furry friend and constant companion is a golden-retriever/chow-mix bitch named Freeway. She has a sweet …[MORE] Today I threw away a pen. It was a somber event. My act was deliberate and not without consideration. I had just completed writing four pages longhand with said pen, and it had become clear that the pen was reaching the last of its useful life. The ink flow, which had been smooth, clear and even, began …[MORE] I’ve heard it said that some people eat just to live. I can’t imagine such a thing. At every age, at every weight, at every pants size, eating has been one of the singular pleasures of my life. I enjoy the sensation of food in my mouth. My tongue celebrates flavors. The act of sharing …[MORE] |
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