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Stupid like a fox
As I dragged my sweaty, exhausted self in from teaching Jazzercise just now, Basil greeted me so excited I thought maybe he’d gotten a big buyout from work, won the Publisher’s Clearinghouse sweepstakes, found a third ’60s rocker’s photo in one of the boxes in the garage, or bought another new lawn-care thingamawhoozy. “You’ve got … Continue reading
Striking a chord with some ties to the past
Those of you who live in Fairfield County and the surrounding area now know we had a little earthquake Friday night. At first I thought maybe it was the universe’s comment on the fact that Basil and I actually left the house for dinner out. Then, when we had those torrential rains and a tornado … Continue reading
The view from over the hill
You know, I joked about our ages a little earlier this week when I wrote about our 19th wedding anniversary (you can read that post here), but after last night, I think the joke may be on Basil and me. We went out to celebrate a bit, choosing a new burger place in town we’d … Continue reading
Push-me, pull-you — aka the working woman’s tango
Got an email reply from a colleague at 6-something this morning that started: “Wow, you’re up early.” Well, yeah. But that’s only because the laundry fairy, housecleaning genie and household manager didn’t show up. Again. And my wand isn’t working. But Basil and Catherine will tell you that my broomstick does. 😉
19 years and counting with my funny valentine
See that picture? That’s how we looked 19 years ago today. (Now I’ll wait while you scroll to the bottom to see what time has wrought.) You back up here now? Good. Yes, a few weeks ago we marked the 25th anniversary of our first date, but today is the anniversary of the day we … Continue reading
Keeping it real — and inside the box
As I type this, Basil is cleaning out the garage. Again. And as usual, in addition to putting all the things back that should have just been returned to their proper homes along the way, he’s stopped to wander through some boxes of stuff he’s been meaning to go through. These boxes are barely held … Continue reading
No beginning, no end. So how do I tell the story?
In Land of Gazillion Adoptees, Amanda Woolston wrote this week about how adoptees’ scant background information reduces them to stereotypes: The lucky, grateful adoptee. The unwanted baby finally wanted by someone else. A perpetual child. A person with an invisible past. Finding in her adoptive parents’ house some redacted records from her adoption file, Amanda … Continue reading
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