Trauma of the athletic variety
It was an odd weekend…I’m glad to be back to Monday and all the familiar rhythyms of the work-a-day. Saturday and Sunday had a cold drizzle punctuated by periods of hard driving rain, the back drop to Friday night’s Chernoybl-like meltdown with My Better Half and Saturday morning’s damp and chill soccer game where in […]
M.I.A.
It’s Friday and the reason I’m not here writing sensual poems with unhappy endings is because I’ve gone to the gym to dash off a quick three miles and hurl myself through the Nautilus circuit so I can be in G’s classroom by 10:30 where I will volunteer to be her teacher’s punching bag for […]
White Cake and Cavities
I know, I know, three days without a post. But it’s all over now…all that up my ass-ocity. I’m busy reclaiming my own slice of routine and normalcy save for the entire right side of my face which is still numb after enduring an excavation and a filling. This morning, when searching the calendar for […]
The Grass is Always Greener
I should be posting something lovely and springfully poignant but it’s April vacation and the kids are up my ass, and My Better Half works from home, so he too is up my ass, and the cats and the dog and the two Siamese fighting fish are up my ass. And the second floor windows […]
The Straw that Broke The Race Horse’s Back
Today is the beginning of April break and, as is always the case here in New England, the first Monday of the week long vacation is Patriot’s Day.
Having grown up in these parts, Patriot’s Day has always just one of those holidays that is part of a long weekend, a long weekend in which […]
Something beautiful
Spring in New England is tumultuous; up and down, back and forth, driving rains and shrieking winds followed by the kind of sunshine that can make a person weep for the poignant return of something good. It feels appropriate, this riot of weather all tumbled up with the raw and unpredictable fluctuations of me. I […]
Flamin’ Mamie
Another day, another loss on the tennis court. I know, I know, two weeks in a row. How will I manage to go on? How will I ever earn back my blog audience’s awe and admiration.
During the match, I said ‘Fuck’ out loud, a lot, but otherwise managed to keep my temper under wraps. […]
All Sky
Cathy Ladman is apparently funny. Who knew? I guess I’ve been living under a mossy rock for the past ten years because, until I googled her, I had no idea what I’d been missing. After reading the following quote attributed to Ladman: “Marriage is very difficult. Marriage is like a 5,000-piece jigsaw puzzle – all […]
The Sting
Okay, so yesterday was Wednesday and you know that’s my tennis day, so I’ll give you the full disclosure. But I’ll make it brief because I hate to talk about losing. Especially the kind of losing that, if I hadn’t made such a mince out of my last service game, would have actually been […]
Flags of Compatibility, Book Selection as Rosarch Test
My Better Half directed me to the New York Times opinion piece It’s Not You, It’s Your Books this weekend. I laughed, I cried, I saw my younger self in the dating female who is just so damn glad to have found a guy who reads at all that she’s initially willing to overlook the […]
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