The other day while on the phone with my dad, he ventured into the treacherous territory of religion and asked me if I even had a Bible in my possession anymore. “I dunno. Maybe? …” I replied sheepishly. If there is one thing in the world I am loath to do, it is disappoint my father. I could tell he was unnerved by the thought. He acknowledged that my faith isn’t what it used to…
[for Sunday, Nov. 25] Phil’s mom brought Rylee to town today to check out the Enchanted Forest at the Pink Palace and, ultimately, to meet the big man in red himself, ol’ Santa Claus. We made our way dutifully through the twisting paths flanked by animatronic woodland creatures and elves, slowly (and creepily) cutting wood and even eating poison mushrooms. I was completely blown away by the gingerbread houses on display. Clearly, the people who…
I keep the bedroom doors shut (there are two: one from the living room and one from the room-that-has-no-function) at night so the cats don’t frolic and make noise above the downstairs neighbors’ bedroom so they can actually sleep like normal people. Just five minutes ago, the cats were climbing all over my computer chair while I sat here uploading photos. Then I heard a noise to my left, near the bedroom door. I looked…
[for Friday, Nov. 23] It is my contention that Vildo is one of the most unfortunately named towns in Tennessee. Project 365
Some radio station I stumbled upon today was rocking out the ’90s music. What caught my attention was that Silverchair song that was so popular back in ’95. I sat and listened to it and remembered singing along with it back in high school, and how’d I’d sketch the word “Silverchair” in the Frogstomp typeface on all my folders in school, along with the logos of the countless other bands I listened to at the…
[for Thursday, Nov. 22] Every year, it’s different. Last year, we nearly burned the kitchen down with fiery turkey grease. This year, both my parents were sick. My mom hobbled around in her pajamas, barely stomaching the rich and ripe smells of a dozen different dishes mingling. She was a good sport, and ate a bit of turkey and fixins. She even drank a glass of wine later in the evening. My dad kept to…
Top two quotes from the afternoon: “Gosh, it seems like every time I tell a story, it’s about poop.” “Didn’t you go to college so you could get a good job and not have to work holidays?”
I’m about to go wash up a bunch of berries and peel a couple of pomegranates in preparation for tomorrow. I don’t have any big serving trays, though; it’s probably best to just cart everything — washed and cut — to the parents’ and then commandeer some of their many stray serving platters. I was thinking today about a memory I have of a Thanksgiving Day back when I was, gosh, I had to be…
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