3:22 a.m. We'd collapsed into sheets the texture of sandpaper some few hours before, and I briefly woke. Blanca woke with me, so I stroked her head and down she dropped back to sleep and so did I.... for about three seconds until something skittered across my arm. With a shout and a leap I …
Category: Transitions: Moving
Ribbons
For several days I've been packing up our house in South Carolina, prepping for the move back home to Texas. When we married, Paul and I merged our two homes, then moved three times - this move will be our fourth move in 2 years - and there is just a lot of extraneous crap we've …
Weekend Coffee Share: Waffle House Edition
Last Saturday, Paul and I got our coffee and breakfast fix at that bastion of 'Murican greatness, the Waffle House. I can't help sharing it with you, and hope you might come to know and love it as we do. It's not fancy. It's definitely not elegant, and you have to be in the American …
An Old, Unlikely Angel
I was feeling a bit sorry for myself yesterday, finishing off left-over pasta puttanesca. For the record, puttanesca is delicious the first day, a bit lack-luster the second, but the mediocrity both suited and fed my mood. Today is October 1st, and the fourth anniversary of my friend's, Jeff's, death. I've been feeling his loss …
Buried Treasures: Swiss Steak
We bought a house! Now we just need to move into it, made far easier by our intrepid realtor getting the deal done with a bit of over-lap between apartment and house. My free time is now spent schlepping boxes to the new place, and reveling in having time to organize it just right. Because …
A Man, His Wife, Her Neurotic Cat and His Tranquilizers Take a Road Trip
What could go wrong? We've left the Lone Star State, our home for many years, moving East and I seem to be on a reverse trajectory through life, erasing all those miles my ancestors put between Virginia Colony and me, their distant descendant. The move went as well as a move can go, with the exception …
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Chaos before the Calm
The feeling of something forgotten, something important forgotten, only suddenly remembered when it's about too late? Yes, that slender, icy arrow to the heart as one's head pops up out of whatever had distracted one, say, the bed covered with the contents of one's closet: two giant plastic tubs full of winter clothing; camera equipment; hat …
