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”
Tag Archives: Life
On My Little Pony and Holly Hobbie
Occasionally, I have to write about things at work that, given what I normally write about at work, don’t seem to, well, fit. Take today for instance. I’ve written about My Little Pony. I remember the first time, nearly two years ago, that I had to write about My Little Pony, and my initial reactionContinue reading “On My Little Pony and Holly Hobbie”
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 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 the Things That Last
I was writing on the subway train this morning. I missed my stop. It wasn’t that I was writing anything important, just some notes for an article for work. But so engrossed was I in the words, so lost in the thoughts was I, that only as the train pulled out of the State CenterContinue reading “On the Things That Last”
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 Finally Doing My Taxes
Lo, the days were accomplished, and in the hills and throughout the lands there was much rejoicing and the sweet sound of song filled the gentle airs. No, not Easter. My taxes. I put off doing my taxes. “I’ll get around to it,” I kept saying. With the Ides of April deadline staring me inContinue reading “On Finally Doing My Taxes”
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 Random Wednesday Thoughts
I love the way the air feels in spring. There’s a crispness. A tanginess. It’s like a sense of anticipation, that nature itself knows that something amazing is about to happen. I went for a walk on my lunch break today. The neighborhood around the office is, to be honest, not particularly exciting. There’s notContinue reading “On Random Wednesday Thoughts”
On Mistaken Identities
Earlier this week, I felt a little scratchy at the back of my throat. The sinus passages felt clogged. A cough began. I went to the drug store. I studied the cough drops. I saw some citrus cough drops. I like citrus! That’s what I bought. I’ve been popping these things. Only, my cough hasn’tContinue reading “On Mistaken Identities”