Month: July 2015

  • Sad Dog Story

    Gary’s parents called with very sad news. The dog Tinkerbell (the DachSlut) has had cataracts for a while, but then in one week she had developed ravenous hunger, gotten clumsy, and evidently there’s a specific dachshund condition, Sudden Acquired Retinal Degeneration (SARDs), in which a sudden increase in appetite and thirst swiftly leads to blindness.…

  • Plateau

    I’m on a weight-loss plateau. 241 down to 207, no problem. 207 down to 206, not so much. I’ve been at 207 for three weeks. This is when I usually give up. You would think that I could look at photos of myself at 110 and find encouragement there. I do not look good thin.…

  • UPDATE: Gary Identifies The Vacation Problem With Razor Accuracy

    I asked Gary why we fought like animals in Chicago, and why we fight on vacations in general. “When do we ever fight?” he asked, shocked. I listed epic fights in Chicago, Quebec, Paris, Springfield. London, until he stopped me. “In almost every one of those fights we were lost.” He was right. Except for…

  • Chicago: Low Points

    So… the Chicago vacation wasn’t all fun. (I include walking ten blocks in a downpour as “fun.”) There were some low points. Low Points at BNL Concert For example, TicketMaster should indicate the height of everyone in the first row. I would not have purchased my second row tickets had I known someone seven feet…

  • Chicago: Weather

    We coined a term on the first day of our trip: Stumidity. When it’s so humid you get stupid. It was humid in Springfield, so humid that it overloaded the water cycle and set off a tornado the next day in Chicago. I’m not exaggerating. And, just so you know, the tornado warning sirens are…