Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia

Putting the TMI in absentminded

Month: May 2020

  • Butt Stuff

    Gary and I are pretty grabby with each other, which is strange because I’m not physical with anyone else. I’m not a big hugger. I didn’t realize how much time we spent nose-booping or hair-ruffling until the covid kept us away from each other. We have now established a new tradition to take the place…

  • Another Step Away from My Gilenya

    Well, I am now definitely saying goodbye to my Gilenya and hello to Mayzent, which is supposedly the safer version of the same drug. It lets ones immune system bounce back if needed, and in these Dark Times one needs a good immune system. I looked at the patient-targeted literature for this new drug, and…

  • Stone Rabbit

    While the streets might be dotted with dead deer, the lawns are littered with live rabbits. A few days ago I stepped out the front door and saw a chunky brown rabbit right outside. I expected it to dart off at my next step, but it just stared dully at me with leaden eyes while…

  • Graves

    Last Friday I was in a cemetery attending a burial. It isn’t a new cemetery. Not only did I walk through this cemetery on my way home from grade school, Gary did the same eight years earlier, in the ‘60s. I noticed a new grave a few yards away. Then I noticed another. Then I…

  • Rewriting the Novel: Research

    So, you know Jerry’s novel is set in an oil boom town in Oklahoma in 1930. He’s got all the details you would want regarding a 1930 oil derrick, but that’s about all. Even though it’s not a historical novel, I want the other details to be right. Initially, all I wanted to know was…

  • Goodbye Yell a Big Grow

    Am I the only one who has no idea what Elton John is singing? I knew I had a problem understanding the words to Rocketman. It’s not just Rocketman. I recently looked up the lyrics to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. The first verse is fine. It’s intelligible. Then, at the chorus, it goes south. So,…

  • Weekly Paint Progress: 5/14

    This week the cenote went from this… … to this … …and oh, do I hate it now. When the foreground bush dries it is going back to green-black there, and I don’t know what’s going on with that tongue hanging over the hole. The teacup went from this … to this … … and…

  • This Post Brought to You by the Letter U

    The entertainment I liked this month has all been on Amazon Prime (perhaps elsewhere too?) and all of it started with the letter U. First – okay, so do you like funny Barenaked Ladies songs about depression? Do you enjoy the My Favorite Murder podcast? Do you like the contrast of dark subjects and light…

  • Basement Vacation

    So, if the guest room is my new hotel room, the basement is my new vacation spot: the place I go to unwind. I unwind there because the basement has the pink table that holds the painting area. The saggy Home Depot box lined with black landscaping fabric is where I have staged any still…

  • Guest Room Hotel Room

    Since Gary’s been sick with whatever it is that he has — flu, covid, a really really bad head cold — he is shunning me hard. He has his room, I have mine, and when on occasion we accidentally meet in the same room we do the big six-foot do-si-do. He has insisted I take…