Author: theogeo
Cats. Typefaces. Bad jokes.
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Mz. Sweazy’s swag
I don’t wanna brag or nothin’ but look what Mz. Melissa Sweazy sent to me for this bit of internet interactivity (seriously, it’s hard for me to understand how that thing is a shoe; I have seriously imprinted it in my memory as a cast). I am super excited to frame this print and pick out the perfect spot for it. That is, of course, assuming I don’t gobble it up entirely. Thanks, Melissa! And…
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Wednesday
Up early, the Brooks, rock ‘n’ roll photography, Italian boot envy, inappropriate giggling, sunshine, stromboli, messy hair, naps, rushing to be late. Goodness.
shopping the family
Score
The weekend I visited my parents for Father’s Day, my sister and nephews and I took a let’s-get-out-of-the-house sashay down to downtown Saltillo (I will NOT admit to accidentally leaving my brother’s giant diesel truck’s emergency brake on during the entire trip, and wondering why accelerating was such a pain in the ass), which included a trip into the Saltillo Landing Cafe/Grocery as well as a peek inside the Robertson family’s antiques store, which I…
the family
Friday flower No. 15
This is a lily at my mom’s house. My flowers are looking pretty puny lately, as I’ve been too preoccupied to coddle them properly. :)
work
Powerless
It’s 2:35 am. I am still at the office. The power went out shortly after 10 and we’ve just been sitting here, waiting for it to come back so we can put out the paper. MLGW has told us they have no clue what the issue is, but that substation 21 has been affected, and that means us plus The Med and Le Bonheur. Our office phones are down and our emergency lights are running…
the family
Summer reading
This weekend I got my hands on my grandmother’s memoir manuscript. My mother has been keeping it unavailable for as long as I’ve known about it. That’s because it is my grandmother’s first-person account of her descent into what she straight-up calls insanity, and that is a particularly and understandably painful subject for my mom. Nana was bipolar (I) and schizophrenic, with a long stretch of alcoholism thrown in there. She spent some time in…
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Oh, June
There’s a jungle outside my window — one of creeping vines and reaching grass and, infuriatingly, browning hydrangeas. In my zest to kill that fucking trumpet creeper with paintbrush applications of undiluted Roundup, I think I accidentally treated some flowers I actually do like. I don’t know how; I was careful not to get the poison on anything I didn’t care to see die a miserable wilty death. And yet, for the past two weeks,…
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