Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: June 2013

  • Sleepy Bullets

    My new early hours mean if I don’t get a blog in before ten it doesn’t get done. On the other hand, I got up today at 6:30 and weeded the front bed. No one in our neighboorhood cares about weeds or lawns or anything since the tornado. The fence and tree people said that…

  • Big House Dream of the New Order

    Gary, as you know, often has Big House Dreams. Sometimes they require extensive analysis. Sometimes the Big House has a giant underground parking garage, or has teenagers running through it. Tonight Gary woke me up with a Big House Report. What was special about tonight’s Big House? “You paid for it!”

  • Germaneness. Germanification. Oh the Germanity.

    At about ten thirty at night Twitter told me that there was an actual honest to God Jimmy Stewart fillibuster going on. Of course, I didn’t get to YouTube in time to see State Senator Wendy Davis speaking, because the Texas Senate was spanking her for talking about sonograms during her abortion filibuster. Texas must…

  • Pandas and Statues and Bears, Oh My!

    Where are the bears? They’re everywhere. Bears in Shrubs Rusty the Red Panda at the National Zoo decided leave the zoo and seek asylum in a suburban shrub this morning. The thing that delights me about that story is that “Code Green” is code for AWOL animals, the same code Barnes hospital uses for AWOL…

  • Longest Day of the Year

    This damn sun in the evening has me all screwed up. Well, truth: it isn’t the sun that has me screwed up. it’s the continous presence of my personal center of the universe, the Gary. He’s a constant from two pm when he rises to two am when he goes to sleep. I’m having to…

  • Whew! Finally Flickr

    I don’t remember Flickr beign so complicated when we came back from Paris. Yeesh. Anyway, here is the Quebec Flickr stream.

  • Confession

    I have a long hairline on my neck. At times the stylist will cut my back hairs above my hairline and will have to shave off the neck hairs. I do not maintain my neck hairs after that. For some reason, this time I am worked up about this. I find myself keenly sensitive to…

  • The Glorious Room in Québec

    When I made the reservation, I stressed that Gary must be able to open the window and step out (and bless his people like the Pope). I also mentioned that I found the round windows charming. They tucked us into this specific room. See? There’s the bathroom window. Since the room was dark when we…

  • Les toilettes du Québec

    The bathroom at Le Lapin Sauté you have seen before; it’s the one with the step: The bathroom in our hotel room was fabulous. Absurdly ridicuously fabulous. That doesn’t even show you the powerful commode behind its cunning pocket door. Of course, what I want to tell you about is the public toilet in Place…

  • Les escaliers de Québec

    Quebec is a lovely town built on a cliff. Tourist sites assure you there is a funicular that will tote you between “Lower Town” and “Upper Town.” What the DON’T tell you is that “Lower Town” is “Lower Steep Hill that Requires a Handrail.” Upper Town (where they wisely placed the fort to defend Canada…