A blog full of memories
I have much to tell about the past few days…it is always good to see family at Christmas. Highlights so far: My sister and her family arrived late last Friday night. They trimmed the tree and finished shopping and in general, and had a few days before Christmas to relax. My Dad (aka Santa) picked …
I haven’t been blogging. I have no excuse. I have been a bit busy though. I have a new housemate (or two). We have been getting acquainted. Krista and her son Conor moved in in October. I’m happy that they are here. Conor is five. And I find myself identifying with having a five-year-old in …
He IMs me at 4h30 pm: How’s your day going? Ok. Better now 🙂 Can you hang out tonight? um sure.. What were you thinking? Maybe I can get my friend Dave to cook. Really? How do you do that? Special talent #143. Just a sec. I work in another window finishing up my work …
Start reading this story here. I finish my work (and what I don’t finish, I’ll finish from home on Sunday). I run out to the parking lot. I approach my Honda but it doesn’t respond to my remote. What’s wrong? I get to the car and have to open the door with the key. UGH. …
Start reading this story here. I comb the racks and find a cute patterned dress. Great. Have to find the accessories now. Shoes. Check. Sweater. Check. Tights. Check. Good job I know my way around that store. I hurry to an available cashier. He takes his time at the checkout. Do you know if you …
Start reading this story here. Open the driver’s door. Get in. Check the watch. It’s 7h05. Great. 15 minutes to get somewhere 20 minutes away. I can’t help but think that if I hadn’t left my lights on all day, I would have actually been on time. Get out of the parking lot. I’ll get …
Start reading this story here. The movie ends. We all laugh at the intensity. He makes formal introductions. I nod and smile—because I can’t think of anything intelligent to say. We make our way out to the lobby. I am in agony. COMPLETELY EXPOSED. COMPLETE AGONY. His friends are standing around talking and I’m feeling …
You might know that you like a boy because he comes to pick you up for your first real date in a 1980 blue Mercedes (powered by diesel). And he opens the door for you to get in. And that stupid little gesture makes you feel pretty special–because you already know you like him. And …