It is Wednesday. Our new couch arrived last night with our other furniture, already days late, and with center springs sprung. It’s like sitting in a cushioned pit that makes dramatic popping noises, apparently to draw more attention still to its basic failings. A whole lot of moderately expensive worthless, in other words. So this …
It is Tuesday. My allergies are giving me pure-T fits and a lengthy errand has gotten me late into work, and now firmly behind the 8-ball. But I do have a shot of espresso in my Starbucks dark roast, not that the would-be oomph is gonna make any real difference in my day, since there …
It is Monday. So, after a weekend that was, more often than not, involved in steam-cleaning, and re-steam cleaning, carpets in the never-ending fight against six beloved pets’ worth of constant carpet abuse, Big Kitty walks over to one wall and yaks all down it, into said carpet. Then he staggers back a little, and …
On the way into work this sunny, bright morning, I glimpsed Monday, sallow and grubby and gaunt, crouched in a weedy wet ravine by the side of the road. Several giddy schoolchildren, waiting on a late bus, were roundly beating him with sticks as passing motorists slowed and cheered. Tough luck for now, Monday. Tough …
“Ain’t no dark till something shines.” The late, great, exquisitely broken Townes Van Zandt said that, in a song, and what a damn song. And he sure as hell knew one end of dark from the other. I interviewed him once, back in my other lifetime working in newspapers, and he cried as he spoke, …
It is Wednesday, and last night’s string of thrashing, flashing, flooding storms crawling across the Southeast didn’t get me, no. I’m hardly making light(ning) here of the devastation often literally rained down on others, or even going out of my way to tempt those dastardly Fates, as more potential ugliness will be rolling through our …
It is Tuesday. Driving in this morning, on a two-lane stretch of road, I got stuck behind the Dr. Pumper Septic Tank Surgeon Truck (this is a real thing, yes), going painstakingly slow, with its tank, disturbingly, shaped, and colored an awful lot like an actual Dr. Pepper can. But the can did not leak, …
It is Monday, and I am taking a vacation day today, to play in the dirt in my yard, planting and such. To also play with my dogs, who will not take well to me playing outside by myself. And to drink coffee on my porch, once the afternoon rain settles in. Happy. <Post likes …
It is Friday, and I am married. To be a little more specific: Seven years ago on this day I surprised a delightful, beautiful, funny, tiny, mighty and obviously very gullible woman in a church in Grand Cayman with a proposal, a ring and a dapper island priest with a killer accent who was in …
This near-daily business of accentuating, let’s say, the positive, started thusly, on Facebook. 04/23/14 Monday and Wednesday go walking into a bar; as per usual, Monday is in everybody’s business in no time, annoying the hell out of everyone there, while Wednesday is a lot more laid-back, getting even more so the longer he’s around. Both days …