Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: February 2013

  • Marcia calls it the Mini Cooper of rooms

     

  • This is how I pack for three nights in chicago

    Marcia has more and she isn’t even staying overnight.

  • Finally WINDFARM

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  • Apologies to the feed readers

    I’m trying to get the hang of the new publishing rules …. Patience

  • Cheetoes carrots throw down

  • Leaving the House!

    Tomorrow morning I’m leaving the house! Piling into a car, driving to Chicago with Friends 2, 3, and Mr. 2, and then tearing up River North. I will see new things! Drive new streets! See Book of Mormon! Eat Eggs Benedict! Watch the season finale of Downton Abbey while eating room service! Stay an extra…

  • State of My Evening

    Driving home late from work, I dreaded walking in again to an empty house. I started thinking about low-maintenance pets. Lizards? Would a lizard greet me when I came in? What about a bird? A parrot! Then I began to wonder what phrases a parrot would pick up. Obviously, “Hon, can you get me an…

  • That Stopping Point

    I have a dreadful habit of allllmmmost finishing a project, and then abandoning it. The basement is alllllllllmmmmost finished. I got this far: I made a pile in the center of the basement. A pile of everything that will go on the shelves once they are assembled. Then, Gary helped me put together the frame…

  • A Rose For Mac, by William Faulkner

    Tonight, Gary was unloading some groceries. “Vegetarian lasagna?” I asked. “It’s Mac’s favorite,” he said. ===================================== Gary wants to leave the house as it was when Mac was here. He wants to believe Mac’s just around the corner, napping. I haven’t been allowed to pick up Mac’s dessicated food. His water is pretty close to…

  • The Big Snow of My Youth

    Nemo has been making me remember the big blizzard of my youth. I look about ten, so it would be – 1973. We got a foot overnight. So nice when the internet confirms my reality. Of course in my mind I am six and that yardstick is totally covered. I also recall the St.Louis Blizzard…