Five points each Moonridden and franny.

my mother’s 80th birthday. I’m sitting here with my first cup of tea of the day, musing on this. It’s a strange thing, the remembrance of the birthday for one who has died. There’s still cause for celebration, but I’m not sure the proper form the celebration should take. Going to the cemetary with a…

Vogue Thank you for your individuality, your loyalty, and for all the stories you’ve starred in. Your people will miss you greatly, but you left a cat-shaped hole in other hearts as well.

My office paper shredder is small, the economy model of economy models. More than three pieces of paper at a time risks a jam. Six pieces of paper at a time ensures one. So by twos and threes I feed my professional life from 1999 through 2001 into the confetti maker. The paper is mostly…

Memorial Day weekend ended mostly unremarkable. Indeed, things in general are far less remarkable than they were last year this time. Perhaps the most remarkable thing that happened was that the Younger Sister called to give me her regards on the anniversary of the transplant (as measured by the day-before-Memorial-Day as opposed as measuring from…

I write this while sitting at a table for one, with a $5.00 David Weber book from the damaged table in my hands. An $8.00 paperback copy of The Oxford Dictionary of American Usage and Style and a $30 new release called Transplant sit at my left elbow. I’m in the University of Pennsylvania Bookstore’s…

If that last post looks to everyone else like it appears to me, I’d guess the bugs are starting to creep into DD.org.