This is one of a handful of entries that have been sitting around gathering dust. I wrote this a little over a year ago, but never got around to posting it…
The base is loud enough to mix a drink, my head hurts, and I have to pee. Routine bodily functions are not usually fodder for sharing, but I’ve really gotta go and the men’s room is out of order.
So I’m sitting outside…
You probably don’t know this because I probably didn’t tell you; and you probably didn’t care, so I probably didn’t see the need. However, you are here and you’ve come this far (though why I’ll never know), so I’ll get on with my tale.
Adam’s sitter dropped a bomb on us last week, saying she didn’t think “things were working out,”…
I started up the great scan project again this evening. After about four years of sporadic efforts, I figure I’ve got about eighty percent of our old school picts digitized.
I was just going through the old Conner album when a stray thought gave me a smack… I should have gotten some pictures at the hospital, and of my chemotherapy pump. You may think it’s a horrible idea, and I…
I think my wife was a little concerned about last night. She was working on dinner and I said, “dang, I was going to offer to help and then I got distracted… I was looking forward to cutting something up.”
There are lots of circumstances when it’s perfectly legitimate to become concerned when someone shows a little too much fondness for a knife, but cut me a little slack…
There are times when a bad memory serves me well. I’m grateful, because there are so many other times when it doesn’t… like this evening, when my wife asked me to take out the garbage for the second time.
“Yeah, don’t worry Cheryl. I’ll get it.”
Three hours later, when we’re going to bed…
“I thought you said you’d get the…
Sure, driving stories are a dime a dozen. If I had a nickel for every time I heard someone complain about traffic or bad driving, I could pave the street with them (the nickels). They might be kind of slippery in the rain though.
But this is more than just a story about driving. This the kind of story that leads to prejudgements… when an anecdote seemingly confirms a stereotype. I’m…