Category: In Which We Mock Ourselves

As usual, the visit to the symphony to see Beethoven’s seventh was dwarfed by other events. I mean the symphony was lovely, like an old friend, especially the opening movement which just skips along in a jolly manner, like an old friend. I thought I didn’t know it, but here it is. Swipe ahead to…

Two brave things today: 1. Braving the foul weather to go to the symphony for Beethoven’s Seventh. The weather really is vile: rain snow and sleet all in one day 2. Wearing a half capelet sweater thing with a built in bra to the symphony. This one’s white; mine is black. I don’t think I…

We are waiting for the plumber, and I realize (now that I am nearing my dotage) that there are few things more distressing than waiting for a plumber the day before Thanksgiving. There are two possibilities. Either way it is a waste of a day. The basement needs to be tidied up: I think I’ll…

It was going to happen eventually. I was out doing the fall garden cleanup, and I propped the shovel against a tree. I bent down to the tree roots, then stood up just as the shovel fell. The handle fell right on my wig and there I was, with my wisps exposed to the neighborhood.…

I’m preparing for the next symphony visit, and realized I have a new pair of brown pants that really need a brown shoe. I checked the shoe rack that has the pre-pandemic shoes, just to see if there might be one. Miraculously there was. Right color, right heel, just right. I was literally dusting them…

I was purchasing food for trivia night, and I thought I might try to recreate the selections of cheeses and almonds and fig paste Friend Anne and I so enjoyed before the opera that one time. “What was that dish called,” I wondered as I picked out the cheeses. “Croquamboard? Crocambouche? Charboard? Crudite?” At trivia…

So I went once more into the breach with AI. I once again made it prove to me that Dave Barry created … well, this very blog persona. It caved pretty fast this time. The next day I was curious to see if the knowledge stuck overnight. It did not say this blog character was…

I was tooling around in the car last week, and I asked Siri a question through the dashboard interface. (I have no idea if I am using the correct vocabulary. I talked to the car. What would kids today call that?) I said “Hey Siri,” asked a question, and he (with his South Asian accent)…

FUN Well, I have hit the fun part of weight loss, when you donate your old clothes that swamp you you try on all on the even older clothes you kept for years waiting until you could wear them again you turn on all your old clothes that fit and buy new clothes that fit.…

Yesterday afternoon I went from “Can I wear a purple faux-fur lined cape to the symphony?” to “I want the purple one AND the black one because where else am I going to wear a cape?” I stopped myself at eighteen button gloves. Before you judge me, remember Amazon’s generous return policy. And that Friend…