Author Archives: didofoot
The body
I was driving alone on the freeway on Saturday and I passed a corpse. There had been an accident, and there was a body lying on a stretcher; none of the emergency people standing around were looking at him, which is how I knew he was dead. All I could see of him were his … Continue reading
Ladies Who Lunch
Tami: “I just have a real problem communicating with her.” Kris: “I guess with all your psychology know-how, you at least know exactly what her issues are.” Michele: “This curry is amazing.” Tami: “I do know, but it doesn’t always help.” Kris: “Well, I think that email you sent was exactly on the right track.” … Continue reading
Banjo eats a fridge
Last night Gene and I picked up Adam and Christine’s old fridge. Each of us (each couple, that is) got a fridge with the house we purchased, and each of us was unhappy with it: we, because our fridge leaks puddles of water on the floor and has bits falling off the front, and they … Continue reading
Heh.
This guy creates better titles for classics. A few that made me giggle: Happy Monday!
Dr. Jones, sit down!
You would think that after eight months in a place, one would be entirely unpacked. Or at least that after eight months in a place one would NOTICE that one was not entirely unpacked. Alas, it took me until to today to really notice the tower of boxes still sitting unopened in the study. Stuff … Continue reading
Time to get ill
Ugh, sick again/still. When will it end?? I’m ready for our Mexico trip, please. If I have to be queasy, I’d rather it be because I spent the previous day lying in too much sun and drinking too many margaritas.
Advice for Young Girls
“You don’t need to have fancy people friends. Things around your house can be your friends!” A startlingly accurate look at my daylight existence, from Belle’s Advice for Young Girls. My other favorite: “It’s impossible to get rid of crabs.” Uh. This does not describe my daylight existence, or any part of my existence, ever. … Continue reading
Going naked is the only truly sustainable practice.
Reading Katy’s recent post (while also re-reading Last Chance to See, Douglas Adams’ non-fiction account of his visits to endangered species around the world) got me thinking about this earth and how I impact it. I am pretty small, cosmically speaking, and you wouldn’t think I could do a lot of damage. But you would … Continue reading
High Dudgeon
I’m a bit under the weather today, but I’ve just spent a very pleasant hour lying in the backyard without anything particular happening in my brain. Very nice to be able to just lie there in some sunshine when sick. For a while I got to watch our front-porch bird, whatever he is — some … Continue reading
Tacos for the sassy girls
As Michele and I were sitting dockside at the Lake Chalet’s Taco Tuesday (an outing ably captured by Michele elsewhere), waiting for the rest of the girls to arrive, our waitress plunked a plate of tiny tacos down in front of us with a flourish and said “Tacos for the sassy girls!” For a brief … Continue reading