Yes, the saga of the unwashed dishes continues. To understand exactly what happened, you need to know that The Professor and I each have a cat, and both cats are overweight. I inherited my cat from my mother, and he came to me tipping (or should I say “squashing”) the scales at 19 pounds. He’s…
I’m frustrated with the some of the antics on Dear Diary, and I’m frustrated with some of the doings in my life. I never thought anything of keeping two diaries on DD. They have two entirely different purposes. One is more of a newsletter than anything else, keeping a group of people up to date…
The Professor and I watched “Dead Man Walking” last night. I found it especially interesting in light of the recent execution of Timothy McVeigh. The movie was neither pro- nor anti- death penalty. It was instead a view of the last days of life on death row, and a story of redemption (at least, of…
The Walkathon for the American Cancer Society went well. I was lucky to have gotten the 2-4 a.m. shift since it poured rain on the people who were walking during the more “prime” times. I had 70 degrees, not real humid, candle-lit walking conditions that made the two hours go relatively quickly. I was able…
February 8th I had a small argument with the stairs to my office. The stairs won, and I blew out a small and rather useless tendon in my left leg. No big deal, except that it landed me on crutches and a cane for a few weeks, and turned my leg the color of week…
I’ve read quite a few diary entries now concerning the mother who killed her five children in Texas this week. I am amazed at the absolute lack of compassion so many are displaying in this situation. What has happened is a horror and a tragedy. I cannot begin to fathom what could possibly have driven…
Summer solstice has arrived (3:32 a.m. in my time zone). It’s an overcast solstice that misses the whole point of having a longest day of the year by hiding the sun in haze. Solstice always feels portentous to me, as though I were just on the cusp of entering something new and better. The feeling…
I forget who it was that put the snood.com link out here on DearDiary, but if I ever trace you down, look out. I swear I will get even, if it’s the last thing I do. Right after I finish this latest game of Snood. The Professor left to teach class last night at 6:30….
No, not a permanent move. Yet. But I will be out there for a week in August. I purchased the tickets for the Professor and myself Sunday night, and made arrangements for the rental car yesterday evening. This is all stuff that my husband used to do, and I can feel myself shedding insecurities as…
The Professor surprised me Friday by suggesting we head to the beach (about a two hour drive) for the day on Saturday. This past weekend marked the one year anniversary that we went to the same beach during his first visit. The forecast was for overcast with showers, which is a great time to go…