Have I told you about “Precious”? Precious was born a few years ago unexpectedly — and the details of Precious’ arrival sure are gray and fuzzy now — when my gear shift, like most other necessary things on or in my car, decided to sort of shrug and give up all hope of a useful life. The plastic button broke and wiggled its way out of the larger part and, viola, there I sat with…
Is that your brother can be on there and you might not even know it until, say, a few days ago. At which point you can demand that he add you to his friends list. (But you should refrain from demanding to be in his Top Whatever, because you are not one of those mean ol’ dictatorial older siblings.) So, everyone, meet my brother, lover of all things big and loud and mechanical. (Yes, the…
I’ve got pills and sprays and slips of paper that will entitle me to more pills tomorrow when I go to the pharmacy. And of course I can’t feel the medicinal effects yet, but I can tell you that there is squishy stuff sloshing around in my right ear every time I move. I lie down, it squeaks and slides its way toward the back of my head. I stand up, it squeaks and slides…
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I am caving and taking my sick self to the doctor today. I woke up at 5 this morning with a searing pain in my right ear. The pressure was intense. My whole head feels heavy and droopy. I imagine there’s lots of gunk in there that needs to be flushed and drugged out. So I’ll not be going to work today. Which means that when I straggle in to work tomorrow (hopefully), I will…
I. Journeys: One of the things I love about road trips is imagining, at every point along the trip, what life must be like for the people living there. We passed through several mid-sized cities, a couple of big cities, and countless little podunk nowheres on our way to Florida. I think about my time growing up in a tiny town and how we had to drive at least 30 minutes to go to the…
Back home. Well, one of my homes, anyway — the parental one — and it’s 9 a.m. and I am awake but achy and stiff and sore and all the contents of my head are pulsing in little rhythms dictated by their own organic whims. I woke up yesterday morning with a sore throat, which developed into a full-blown sinus infection during the 15-hour ride home. And I don’t know how many of you have…
Jesus, do I always sound this put out? My utter amusement at my own ridiculousness just doesn’t translate. It sounds, instead, like I’m bored and frazzled at the same time.
Yeah, big shocker. But still. How low can they go? How might otherwise out-of-the-loop casual viewers allow this viral and subtle misinformation to settle into their psyches? Will it cause them to direct their ire toward the wrong party for negligence? Does the Pope shit in the woods?
I have about a blue million things I need to do before going to work today. Like clean the apartment. Shuttle the pherrets over to Phil’s. Clean out the car. Pack. Make a sweep through Rite Aid to make sure I’ve got all my travelin’ essentials. That sort of thing. The pre-trip duck alignment. But I’m excited. Sort of. Okay, not just yet. But I will be. Right now I just need to get my…
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