We expected our favorite Sunday night walk to be as deserted as a zombie apocalypse since, as I’d previously shared, Southern Californians had rather crawl through broken glass than get out in the rain. But I guess we’ve had so much lately the dams, both literally and figuratively, finally broke. Everywhere we looked the slow-moving…
Electric Music, Solid Walls of Sound
The partner was out of town on business and I was planning to lay low after getting my covey booster. “Hey, you can watch the Elton John Final U.S. Concert at Dodger Stadium tonight on Disney+.” “What?” I asked the guy who’s worked at Disney for years. “How long you been sitting on that one?”…
Nut Job
The stepmother walks into the sunroom with the best poker face I’ve ever seen: Here, I brought you something. She plops a bag about the size and warmth of a newborn baby in my arms. No idea. Mind you, my second morning home visiting the folks had been spent sucking the blood off my hands…
Warping Young Minds
All this talk of book banning made me think it was time to repost a piece from a few years back… Going to the library was something offered as a reward when I was growing up. The prospect would be dangled in front of my sister and me like a carrot: behave like respectable adults…
30 Years??
Someone just sent me this – Universal Studios posted this clip on their site – Death Becomes Her premiered thirty years ago this weekend. I read somewhere a couple of years ago that the movie is among ten or so others like Fried Green Tomatoes and Steel Magnolias that continue to play in a loop…
Harmony & Understanding
“I’m very happy. You’ve been flossing, but what else is new? You were always a good flosser.” I’d dreaded the wrath of my dentist as I’d missed the last 6 month check-up, something I never do. I can just make out The Age of Aquarius piped in over the din of dental drills and I…
And Things That Go Whir In The Night
“I’m not telling you again to get out from under the vacuum. You’ll make me trip and break my neck, then where will we be?” My mother. Realizing she had a problem child. One who loved white noise of any kind. I’d lie on the floor while she and the big Electrolux did their thing. …
The Strain, Part 10. Bitchin’ In The Rain
Y’all know how much we’ve needed rain here. We’ve been living in a dust bowl for years now. And I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, because we’re not, but still – couldn’t the biggest on again/off again rainstorm in eons have planned itself around the holidays? Oh well, we may be bitching, but we’re still…
The Strain, Part 9. At Play In The Fields Of My Backside
To my horror, what seemed to be a tiny patch of hives peeked out at me from between two toes as I kicked off my slippers and got into bed. I’ve never had hives before in my life. “Good grief, how stressed could I be?” I wondered as I scratched the tiny itch. Not any…
Deck The Halls
I used to fantasize about settling down with someone and decorating for Christmas alongside them. Now it’s just an excuse for me to drink cabernet and do nothing while The Partner does it all. Of course the whole thing opens up a scenario where he can yell out things like, “Fix me a drink,” or…