A blog full of memories
Conor looked at me in the kitchen the other day. Who are you? he asked. Who are you? He looked directly at me, expecting an answer. I was startled by such a direct question from a five-year-old. I was speechless. I had an existential moment. Who am I? I wondered. Really? Who am I? How …
My friend Humberto once told me I was “…all brains and heart”. I think about that often. It’s interesting when other people tell you their perception of you–because you can sort of stand back and ponder what they meant. I sense that when Humberto looks at me, he sees a huge, gooey, messy, pulsating, brain-heart. …
Don’t call me. He says. I’ll call you. Thump! You can actually hear the sound of my heart landing on the floor. He fixes it by saying: I mean–I will call you. I want to. He calls up on Sunday: Want to go for a walk? I’m annoyed that we didn’t go out on Saturday …
I was going to go to Tahoe with my friends KatieBird and Sean this weekend–except they went up on Friday night and I had too many things to do this weekend. My housemate Krista and Travis and my good friend Carol made a bit of a birthday dinner for me on Friday. I’d had a …
You are going away for two weeks at Christmas. You ask if he wants your parent’s number, in case he might want to call. He says it’s only two weeks. He doesn’t have your number, so he doesn’t call you on Christmas Day to wish you Happy Christmas. He takes you out to San Francisco …
He might like you. You might like him. He might like to kiss you. You might like to kiss him. He might ask you to be his girlfriend. After some reflective thought and careful consideration, you might say you would be his girlfriend. You might like that he asked you to be his girlfriend and …
I haven’t been around lately. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with and how to move forward with my life. I know I’ve been working on things though, so that makes me feel better. We just got TeamTriSol.com online. After a few false starts and some graphic constipation, we just decided to …
And while I’m here, I thought it would be funny to borrow Mr. Pineapple Head’s accoutrements back from Julie and re-incarnate him in the Yukon. After a trip to the grocery store (one of three in town)…I’d found only two pineapples with any potential. Stay tuned. I’m going to take him snowboarding.