For Franny

Surgery to repair my hernia is still on for Thursday. Unfortunately, they won’t tell me what time on Thursday until between 3:00-5:00 pm Wednesday. The earliest they could want me downtown is 5:45 in the freaking am. That would mean leaving my house around 4:30, to be on the safe side. I actually find it…

This has been a weekend of tidying up. Christmas has been banished to the basement for another eleven months of solitary confinement. Toilet bowels have been scrubbed. Kitchen accoutrements have been steel-wooled and degreased. Sofas have been curried free of lint, cat hair, and stuff I don’t want to consider too closely. I washed windows…

Well, not exclusively cat pictures. But I got you to look, didn’t I? This one’s Clueless and the Grey Menace playing with their new Christmas toys back in January. The Socialist’s aunt gave the kids two fabric tubes and a little fabric pup tent. Warrior Princess could care less about the addition of yet more…

I may have mentioned before that my office is in an out-of-the-way spot in the middle of a parking lot, surrounded by truck traffic and construction. I have purchased red and pink geraniums, and put up a window box at my office window and another at the top of the stairs leading in to my…

Every so often I like to cruise the Atomic Forums. They aren’t as active as I’d wish for, but they still provide a chance to interact with diarists outside of the comments section, without the formality of e-mail or the real-time imposition of instant messengering. I checked in this morning, and came across a question…

OK, I got a bee in my bonnet a couple of weeks ago. My car, a Ford Escort, isn’t that old, but isn’t that new anymore either. I’ve recently had to start shelling out some medium sized bucks to keep the car in repair. New tires, a new headlight casing … that sort of thing….