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Category: In Which We Set Ourselves Up for Mockery

  • Not As Sad As It Seems

    Not As Sad As It Seems

    So, this upcoming cruise and the convergence with Mom’s doctor appointments is making me think of the cruise I took about ten years ago. The story starts about a week before we were scheduled to cruise to Jamaica (et. al.). I woke up and my feet were asleep. The next day my feet were asleep…

  • Granceil

    Have a good Pearl Harbor Day, or as we call it in my family, Grandmother Lucille’s birthday. I was always hugely proud of my grandmother, and when I look back on it it was because she didn’t fit the mold of “grandmother.” She knew enough French to sign my autograph book and swear. She let…

  • Glass / Guitar

    Glass / Guitar

    I love the guitar. I love that I pulled out some Christmas Carol music and I could hear the Christmas Carols as I played them. The nicest thing is that as you learn the guitar you aren’t dogged by the evidence of your ignorance (unless you are foolish enough to have recorded it). When I…

  • Music Therapy (Part the Second)

    Sigh. Yeah, publishing the song felt good. It was therapuetic. But as Gary pointed out, it was about his job, and he doesn’t want to be a victim of second-hand dooce.

  • Bad News

    I’ve been reading these posts on people’s reactions to bad news, like here. People I know keep getting bad news. For example, a friend of a friend just had a doctor encourage her with the words “if we can’t stop this swelling, you will die in four to six months.” Now today I found out…

  • Let’s Hear It For the Boy King

    Let’s Hear It For the Boy King

    In 1977, when I was in Jr. High, King Tut toured the states and visited Chicago. All of us in the Florissant Junior High Gifted and Talented program got to go on a field trip to Chicago and see the exhibit. The Florissant Gifted and Talented students shared a bus to Chicago with the students…

  • Where I Was

    Five years ago I had overslept and I was lying in bed, listening to Gary do his usual morning rant. Well, not listening. What I truly was listening to was NPR. I had heard the tone change, and the morning broadcaster seemed to be breaking form. Some woman on the phone was describing smoke billowing…

  • In Which We Are A Muse

    My recent review of old letters sent me to Google to find old boyfriends. I’ve done this before without result. Now the Internet is littered with the lovers I have left in my wake. I only had to search about half an hour to find the blog of Michael D____, former college boyfriend, at blogs.salon.com/biographicalNotesz.…

  • In Which My Portrait is Turned to the Wall

    I was cleaning out my home files a few weeks ago and found my paternal grandmother’s Last Will and Testament, which reads in part: “I remember my granddaughter, Ellen L______, but I make no provision for her to receive anything under this will.” Given that my brother and half-siblings each got a mere two thousand…