My first vehicle was a 1976 AMC Pacer. (Please try to control your jealousy.) Because the seat did not adjust properly, I needed to sit on a large pillow to see over the steering wheel (I am short). Because the breaks were not the strongest in the world, I had to stand on the brake…
Since my post last week about our life-threatening encounter with a moth the size of a pigeon* I’ve had a lot of people kindly inform me that moths cannot, in fact, bite. They keep pestering me with “facts” and “reality”. Ugh. The biggest argument as to why moths cannot bite is that they have nothing…
– My friend Philip gave me a great piece of advice many years ago, around the time that he himself became a father. The rule, simply, was this: do not take photos of children you do not know. If you think about it, it’s rather genius. No one wants to be the creepy photographer, standing…
It’s a grey Friday here in Seattle, and while I should be rather bummed about it, there’s too much to celebrate to let a few clouds get me down. Let’s talk about the week that was. —————- Today is Veteran’s Day. Take some time to read up about the history of this holiday, and if…
– My husband occasionally has moments of brilliance. He has moments of utmost stupidity, too, but since I love him more than Seattle on a sunny day (a rare phenomenon that I can see outside my office window as I type this) I’d like to focus on the brilliance. At the end of our trip…
This week’s WTF Wednesday takes us to an open-air market in Barcelona. A few weeks ago, I found myself there with Rand and his coworkers Joanna and Kenny. (Here is a photo of them, posing for there as-yet-unnamed, un-recorded, and un-released first album.) – – Having imbibed one-too-many aguas sin gas, I left the three…
– With the exception of my thighs and derriere, I am not what you would call a hearty girl (though those two parts of me could survive drought, famine, pestilence, and probably a nuclear war. Everything, really, save for another season of skinny jeans). But excluding my well-developed lower region, I’m kind of wimpy. My…
– Haggling is an art form, and my mother is Picasso. Analyze her technique too closely, and it will fall apart, but stand back far enough, and a masterpiece emerges. I’ve seen her haggle in retail stores. RETAIL STORES. With success. She will take an item up to the cashier and note that a thread…
I’m in Idaho right now, after spending a whopping 36 hours in Seattle. When we got home, Rand looked around and said, “This hotel … looks vaguely familiar.” I suppose we should be stressed from all the non-stop travel, but at the moment, we’re not. Rand is outside playing football. I’m listening to Johnny Cash…
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