Posts about our family of friends and friendship
My dear mama is so happy to see me and our closest friends, close enough now to touch us. I’m happy with simple acts like holding her hands, bringing her a drink of water, reading her a funny story from the latest copy of Catster… These things make us both …
The new year has not even reached the end of its first month. Nonetheless, America has endured more than its fair share of transgressive politicians and the riotous actions of their deluded followers. The knock-on effects have been far-ranging and shocking, if not necessarily surprising. But surprises come to those …
The pandemic has made so many things different this year, and usually unpleasantly so. Just ask any parent trying to invent “school” at home. There’s the hassle of connecting their suddenly stay-at-home children to a remote learning environment where the teacher is as inexperienced in Zooming as the students themselves. …
I’m the first to admit it: I haven’t Timothy’s stomach for “watch the opposition so they can’t surprise you.” I’ve avoided watching the revisionist history show that is apparently this year’s Republican National Convention. Instead, I read the day-after analysis, and have talked with the few people of my acquaintance …
Timothy and I were closely allied political wonks. (I won’t say junkies, because it was candidates’ policies we were more interested in than fistfights between politicians.) We often watched the Democratic National Convention online together, as well as debates, campaign news, & etc & etc. I was therefore thrilled to …
“In Michigan, protesters, some armed, entered the state Capitol, demonstrating against Democratic Gov. Gretchen Whitmer’s stay-at-home order as lawmakers inside were considering whether to extend the state’s expiring emergency declaration. Later in the day, Michigan’s House decided against extending the emergency declaration.” The Washington Post, April 30, 3030 Does anyone …
Ah, for the years of my life when the day after Christmas — that source of rich gravy, rich desserts, and perhaps rich gifts — could be ignored, thanks to the blessing of Boxing Day. I loved Boxing Day. The entire British universe (well, the post office, probably the local …
There are plenty of cliche things to be grateful for — one’s health, friends, a little cash in the bank… But if you’ve ever had poor health, or watched a love one suffer illness beyond the common cold, you value, and give thanks for, every morning you wake up without …
My American friends don’t — by and large — use the phrase, but in Britain, no birthday goes unmarked without at least a half-dozen folks wishing you “Many happy returns of the day.” This may even include the postman or building receptionist if they’ve seen you often enough to know …
That is an intentional comma and exclamation mark, so you do not think I’m warning you, gentle reader, to watch out you don’t catch your nice knitted pullover on the thornier bits of antelope bitterbrush. No! I am warning the antelope bitterbrush that attempts to spread its scrubby, noxious weediness …
