Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: May 2019

  • The Germans

    I didn’t mention it at the time, but when Friend Anne and I went to see the Messiah back in December, we sat behind a German couple. Well, at least the man was German, and I only know that because at one point he opened up his iPad and began reading Wikipedia, bright as day,…

  • I Find Myself in a Book

    I worked almost twenty years for my previous company, code-named Elliott. The very impressive founder of that company wrote a book a few years ago, and instead of writing a biography of her life, she wrote a biography of her company. She even dedicated it to the employees. I immediately went to the index to…

  • Irritable Shopping Syndrome

    Last week I had to find something to wear to the opera. It was almost an impossible task. From Wednesday through Friday I was shopstipated, and then on Friday the floodgates opened and I bought like mad. Wednesday, everything looked adequate. Not special. I kept seeing things that would be great for work, until I…

  • It’s Tornado Season Again

    In the last week or so I’ve heard the tornado sirens twice, twice watched the Channel Four Storm Tracker point the tornado Parallelograms of Death directly at my house, and even took cover in my basement once. (The Channel Four weatherman is a big fan of phoning up your friends who are in the tornado’s…

  • Memorial Day

    I am keeping my Memorial Day traditon of saying how pleased I am that I never had a relative die in a war. The relatives who served during wars all had great good luck in battle, or else the good fortune to have a stateside desk job during the last two weeks of the Korean…

  • Marriage of Figaro: A Review

    Hilarious. Hilarious. I laughed more during The Marriage of Figaro than I have during any movie or sitcom in recent memory, and I usually don’t like farce. However, I do like physical comedy, and there was quite a bit of that. The last scene ends with the female lead hopping up and down in delight…

  • FancyPants Are Out of the Closet

    I bought a pair of wide-leg black pants ten years ago, during the Great Eileen Fisher EBay binge. I didn’t notice they were silk chiffon. They have been in my closet since, hanging in the corner, waiting for an Event. Recently, I got pants liners. I am sure FancyPants’ gossamer heart skipped a beat when…

  • Public Service Announcement Part 3, in Which I’m a Little Annoyed

    Sigh. Well, for a brief shining moment my pharmacy troubles were over. But now I am back where I was a year ago, with a letter from the insurance company telling me that they won’t let the pricey Gilenya count toward my deductible, because I’m not the one paying for it (the co-pay assistance organization…

  • Awful Movie Leads to Interesting Wikipedia Search

    The TiVo suggested I watch Too Many Husbands, because it has the same premise as Move Over Darling and My Favorite Wife. A spouse is declared legally dead, survivor moves on, spouse reappears, hilarity ensues. Only, while Too Many Husbands is classified as a comedy, there is not so much hilarity, and there just isn’t…

  • Where I Could Live

    I know at some point in my life I will be alone. No kids, older husband, unwell brother. I think about leaving. I know, no matter where you go, there you are, but by the same token, I could be me anywhere. Anywhere on earth. A friend planned to move to France upon retirement, but…