Author Archives: didofoot
Moving on
Kris: “I finished the second season of Downton Abbey already. Now I have to wait another whole year for more.” Michele: “The new Sherlock season is out.” Kris: “Oh thank God. Although I might have to wait for this crush on Matthew Crawley to fade a little before I can move on.” Christine: “No, you’ll … Continue reading
Explain
Gene and I were sitting around staring at computers when he very sweetly put on some music for us. I listened for a few songs and then wrinkled my nose. “This guy sounds like a boyfriend,” I complained. “What does that mean?” Gene asked obligingly. * “It sounds like when you’re dating a guy and … Continue reading
Applying myself
Gene and I are sitting in the unheated office, chafing our hands like two shivering Dickensian orphans, while I prowl around the onlines looking for jobs. “Brr,” I say. “Brr,” he agrees. “It’s really just the first joint of my fingers that gets cold,” I say. “Everything else can be covered in sweaters and stuff. … Continue reading
Little lambsy divey
You might think eight a.m. is too early to be choosing cuts of lamb, but you would be wrong. Even slightly hungover, I have no problem looking at pictures of raw red meat. The weirder part to me is that I’ve actually met the lamb I’m planning to cook. I mean, I’ve defended this lamb … Continue reading
Why Ian and Tracy will never invite me to dinner again.
Ian: I just read a book that you and Gibney have probably read. Kris: Oh, yes? Ian It’s called The Hunger Games. Kris: Yeah! So awesome, right? Ian: So badly written. Kris: What? No. Ian: Come on, you have to admit that — Kris: Augh! Why do you like everything that is bad and hate … Continue reading
The real reason
“Come look at this bird,” I said. Gene obligingly came over to the window. “Look how little and fat he is,” I said. “He is very little and fat.” “I love fat little animals. Look how happy he is on his branch. He’s giving himself a good all-over shaking and feather-fluffing.” “That’s true.” “Do you … Continue reading
2011
2011 was in some ways tough. My grandfather died at the beginning of the year, which was kind of an ugly, protracted process. And then near the end of the year, my mom’s brother Terry also passed away. Terry and I were friends. When I was a kid I just had this impression of him … Continue reading
Watching Grosse Pointe Blank
The camera is cutting from a close-up of John Cusack to a close-up of the world’s most adorable baby. Me: AWWWW! Gene: Yep. Close-up of John Cusack. Close-up of baby. Me: This is the cutest thing EVER. Gene: Yep. John Cusack scrunches his face. Baby obligingly scrunches his darling, uncanny-valley, huge-eyed face of cuteness. Me: … Continue reading
It’s just a bagel she started calling “Mother.”
Do you remember those segments on Mister Roger’s Neighborhood where people would come on and talk about their jobs? And you’d be sitting there, five years old, bored off your head and waiting for the puppet part to come on? (Okay, maybe that was just me.) This little heartwarming video that Gene just sent me … Continue reading
Demote, denote, rote, dote
Yesterday we spent some time at Christine and Adam’s house. While we were there, Christine whipped up THREE blended soups (potato-leek, broccoli-cheddar, and lentil, which was oddly my favorite) and a roasted leg of goat with a (homemade, naturally) pomegranate glaze and pomegranate gravy. As far as I can tell, these were random ideas that … Continue reading