I’m having one of those days full of pent-up energy and can’t seem to find anything which pleases me. I thought maybe I could submerse myself in a good game of Civilization 3, but I think I’ve discovered that I only like discovering the local terrain, and I get pissed off when I find [...]
Never thought I’d see the day I was blase about stumbling over a brown recluse. It helps that the mighty feline hunters take care of most of them so I don’t have to deal with the living.
Hub: What’s that you got?
Me: Oh, just another brown recluse. It was on the bathroom floor.
Hub: Call [...]
There were just now 8 blue jays sitting in my fig tree outside, screaming at each other over the fruit. They were also fending off some cardinals and what sounded like some large finches. It is summer now, and the locusts sing in the afternoons, a staccato rise and fall outside like breathing. [...]
I’ve got quite a few pictures of NYC up here and am adding more in as I take them.
The waiter at the Stage Deli waited until he was clearing my plates to tell me.
“You see here, you ordered the exact same thing the last time you came here!”
“The last time I came here?” I was sure he had me mixed up with someone else. I haven’t been to New York [...]
I had avoided reading Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar because for some reason I thought only pretentious people read Sylvia Plath. I finally decided to get it since I’ve been enjoying female authors so much lately (Shirley Jackson, Joyce Carol Oates, Rebecca Wells). I read it on the plane today. There was [...]
Turns out hubby had disposed of our little visitor before he left the house. And as always, a recluse picture:
You can see the eye pattern pretty well here - three sets of two eyes, in a crescent. The cats snacked on some of his legs though.
Tonight I went to the mall and when I came home, hub told me to check out the five-legged creature in the jar on the counter. Another brown recluse, looked like, and the cats had had their way with it. That’s not the distressing part, really - we have had several recluses in [...]
I am either being haunted by my grandmother today or something they used on my hair at the salon smells like her perfume. I will never smell Shalimar without thinking of her.
My husband is very easy to rile up. I love it when the forked vein in his forehead appears. It happens when he’s upset.
Tonight I discovered that one of my metal mixing bowls had a dent in it.
Me: What happened to this bowl?
Him: I kicked it.
Me: What? You broke my [...]
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