Saturday was a rough day with my grandmother. However, I’ve not told the story of Saturday night. As mentioned previously, I went to Big Lots Saturday night, for no particular reason except that I could. And there’s a liquor store in that shopping center, and since I had no beer in the refrigerator, I couldContinue reading “On the Mop”
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On My Grandmother’s Latest
Today, I wondered for the first time who my grandmother thought I was. I’d gone into the kitchen to fix some lunch. I wasn’t sure what I wanted; I would scavenge in the refrigerator until something promising came to the fore. My grandmother was in the kitchen. When she’s upset, she tends to wander nervously.Continue reading “On My Grandmother’s Latest”
On A Rough Night’s Sleep
Last night I slept for toffee. Warm does not describe the temperatures in my room when I hit the mattress at midnight. It wasn’t excessively hot, but neither was it comfortable. I turned the window fan up to maximum, turned out the lights, and hoped for sleep, even if it were a restless sleep. AtContinue reading “On A Rough Night’s Sleep”
On Things I Did On Friday
I was in a Scottish mood yesterday. My RSS feed reader told me that the latest episode of Scotland Introducing, a podcast devoted to unsigned Scottish indie bands, was available. I followed that, throughout the day, by listening to Idlewild, Camera Obscura, Y’All Is Fantasy Island, and I’m probably forgetting one or two other ScottishContinue reading “On Things I Did On Friday”
On the Death of Earthworms
There were no earthworms on the sidewalks this morning. A few weeks ago, when spring’s showers began, I could have been forgiven for thinking that it was earthworms, not raindrops, that fell from the skies. The sidewalks, the two blocks from the light rail station to the blue skyscraper where I work, were as drownedContinue reading “On the Death of Earthworms”
On My Grandmother and Grief
I read Slate pretty much every day. Well, when I type “read,” I mean I scan the headlines, and if something pops up that looks promising, I’ll take a look. I saw a headline today — “What Americans Don’t Understand About Grief.” It’s a series of articles, beginning back in February, in which Meghan O’RourkeContinue reading “On My Grandmother and Grief”
On Working With Opera
I’ve been experimenting with Opera for the past month. The world, at least the Windows world, is divided into Internet Explorer and Firefox users. With a contingent of Google Chrome users and Safari users. I’ve never used Chrome — Google’s EULA was creepy as hell — and while I’ve given Apple’s Safari a try, IContinue reading “On Working With Opera”
On Monday Morning’s Journey
My morning commute was snarled this morning. At the State Center/Cultural Center light rail stop, a car pulled out in front of the northbound train and got smacked. I watched it happen. I was waiting for the next train. This wasn’t a train I could take; it was heading for the Penn Station spur, whichContinue reading “On Monday Morning’s Journey”
On Skipping Friday
Yesterday was momentous. Not for anything important, mind you. I wrote at work. I attended a meeting. I ate pretzel sticks. I proofed some materials that crossed my desk. In short, it was a mundane, typical sort of day. No, the momentousness of yesterday came from this curious fact. I posted nothing on my blog.Continue reading “On Skipping Friday”
On the Uses of Sitar Music
I find myself completely taken with sitar music this morning. I’m trying to wake up, and the coffee isn’t quite doing it for me. Of course, coffee doesn’t work instantly. I have to give it more time. So, I’m adding some sitar music into the mix. The sitar has a tangy sound, like a stabContinue reading “On the Uses of Sitar Music”