QUICK VENT! This is what they do at 6:30 or 7 a.m. every morning … for hours and hours: neighbor dogs who won’t let us sleep from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. And then again a few hours later. Or whenever they’re bored. Which is a lot since they are just hanging out in the courtyard, which is mere feet from our bedroom window, all day and night, seemingly every day and night for the past…
Dear baby boy, Today your dad and I woke up early and went Downtown to the Rock-n-Soul Museum, where we used a Smithsonian Museum Day coupon to get in for free. That’s a savings of $22, little man. We are so clever, aren’t we? You thumped around inside me while we watched the museum’s intro video, which pulsed the sounds of Carl Perkins and Elvis and Otis Redding into the air. The museum attendant handed…
My first mistake was assuming that I would make it to bed by midnight Friday. Instead, I was up until 3, printing out last-minute signs and trying to make sure I had everything in order. My alarm coaxed me awake at 6 and I went about loading the car and putting some food and drinks in the cooler, only to realize that most of the ice trays were empty and therefore completely worthless to me.…
Saturday morning at 6, I will rise out of bed like a very large, potentially grumpy phoenix and make my way to Cooper-Young to set up my booth for Cooper-Young Festival. I’ll be in C7, which is over by Cafe Ole on Cooper. I’ll be selling the same sorts of things that are available in my Etsy shop: photo prints (framed and unframed), quirky art prints, crafty things, note cards, recipe cards, posters, magnets, and…
I have the strangest feeling that this flyer is missing crucial information. Date, time, general location, check. Warning for early birds, check. General idea of what’ll be for sale, check. Hm.
Working nights sucks on its own, but then you have to contend with the fact that society gives no shit that 8 a.m. is your 4 a.m. rude awakening from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. Yes, I am 80 and don’t know the difference between rap and hip-hop. Shut up.
… but that’s just because he saw the length and didn’t read the content. I say it’s not a rant because the strongest profanity I used was the word “pissed.” It’s also not a rant because I just wanted to record all the details of yesterday evening’s tryst with MATA before those details got eaten by the virus that lives inside my preggo brain. (You ladies with children know the one I’m talking about.) Plus…
When I unlocked my car to go to work last week, this is what I saw. I wondered if Ray had gotten into the car in desperate, paper-thrashing need of finding, uh, a stick of gum or something, so I went back inside and asked him if he’d been rifling through my car. And of course the answer was no, so I asked him to come look at the inside of my car, which was…
They ended, of course. But it sure didn’t seem like they were going to. [Project 365]
Not the best seat in the house, but suspenseful nonetheless. [Project 365]
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