A Response to Yetzirah
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Guilt from the past.
The Professor called me shortly before I left work yesterday. It was good to hear from him. He sounded a little lost, and confessed he’d been thinking about seeing if he couldn’t trade his airline ticket in for a sooner return flight. I don’t think he’s going to follow through. If he does, then picking…
Happy Survivor Day.
Perhaps this is some sort of mild PTSD, where I just canât let go of that point in time where my life jumped the shark and became a medical situation comedy instead of an infomercial with all the seductiveness of leftover meatloaf. Iâve come to feel that the situation comedy should be canceled, but at…
*Eighteen Spaces*
That’s all the room we now have for title display in the most recently updated list on DD’s homepage. I’ll have to keep that in mind, since I like titles that either fit completely, or cut off at a critical word, leaving people anticipatory or misled. A cheap trick I know, but paid authors do…
Wheels, Frost, Toys and Time.
I guess I need to start up from where I left off yesterday. Our cliffhanger: The Socialist, stranded in territories unknown, with his beloved Palimpsest unable to assist (or even abet). The poor man went out to lunch yesterday and treated himself to his favorite restaurant, Chik-fil-A. While he was busy filling up, the front…
Once burnt, twice shy.
When my alarm clock went off this morning, the Professor had already been up for several hours, grading finals. It’s unusual for him to be awake, alert and well rested when I get up. We talked for a bit, and, as I was getting ready to leave for work he gave me a hug and…
Christmas, Past Tense, (and bits and pieces)
I know they’re over, but the feel of “holiday” still lingers. The little white lights in the snow and ice still give me the warm fuzzies. The cats in their Christmas collars still look too adorable to put back into their everyday harness. I still like turning on my Christmas tree at night and watching…
A woman wears a hat like that, she’s not afraid of anything.
Magnificent.
That is beyond…anything I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, that pretty much says it.
You are super cool.
Eat them up… YUM!
I miss the Dr. Demento show.
Alli
What does it say about me that I totally got that reference? LOL!
Oh, dontcha just look a sight together now?
I’m so happy that your destinies merged.
The universe is a very interesting place is it not?
Now just don’t forget your towel.
[I HOPE you have read Douglas Adams, otherwise that last sentence will make NO sense whatsoever.]
The question is wrong.
Good heavens, that thing is CUTE!!! I’m glad you got it, The Kid wouldn’t have done it justice the way you do. Enjoy it in good health, my dear Sal.
(Oh, and I NEVER forget my towel! Or my puppy.)
Speaking of the Chihuahua puppy, he is Satan’s Littler Fart Cloud, only with him, well, it’s real farts, not medicine. I feed him Purina High Protein Puppy Chow and for his dinner he gets about a quarter of a cup of canned Eukanuba (he only likes the pate style and hates the slices with gravy) mixed with a little kibble. Is there a supplement or something that I can give him that will at least reduce the death wish inducing odor?
okay, i would have gone running had i had that freakin’ cool hat on. that hat would sell like hotcakes here…because we NYC’ers need some levity. you rock it though, you rock it!
ps. my ears are still traumatized after googling that fish head song…
Happy New Year to you and your significant other and the kitkats, especially SLFC…crossing fingers that the quarantine days will be over.
ps. everytime i see this entry, i have to smile at how cute you look with that cute hat.