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…
Last time I’ll call him “Peanut,” I swear! What a sweet baby. So pretty. And I don’t say that flippantly; some babies are rather unfortunate looking. But little Lucas — weighing in at a robust 8 pounds, 11 ounces — is a looker. Even when he’s blowing spit bubbles. I’m so happy for Ashley and JD. They are going to make seriously great parents. Mazel tov! Project 365
[for Tuesday, Nov. 20] Just got back from the grocery. Picked up lots of salad ingredients and fruit and cheese (note: nothing cookable) to take to the parents’ Thursday. Sometimes I wonder if my mother feels like a failure for raising a daughter who can’t cook for shit. Well, she shouldn’t. That’s all on me. I hope my mom will be okay. She’s been fighting a stomach virus of some sort for four days now.…
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