Author Archives: didofoot
Mighty Worker
There’s a lot of work to be done here in the home. Gene has a lot of work-doing skills, but no free time. I have a lot of free time, but few skills. I’ve been trying to shift the balance in favor of Gene having more time, but it is gradually dawning on me that … Continue reading
Home
Because I know it so well, the Montgomery Street BART station feels more like home than certain parts of my house. I’m lookin’ at you, kitchen. Luckily there are plenty of parts of the house that feel completely like home now, because I know them every bit as well as I ever knew the weird … Continue reading
Man Not On A Wire
I’ve been getting quotes from a few different companies to see how much it would cost to chop down the two acacia trees in our backyard. These trees are easily six stories tall; great looming sun-eating monsters that have forced all the other plants in the yard to grow completely sideways in a desperate attempt … Continue reading
What worries me most
It’s not so much that I talk to cupcakes while I’m making them. It’s the things I say.
My Favorite
I walked into the kitchen at 11:30 last night to find Gene dismembering a cow. Our fridge is now full, full, FULL of beef. We’re having a few of his work friends over today, you see, to celebrate the death of some product they all hated, and the company apparently feels that the best way … Continue reading
If you like it then you shoulda put a bird on it.
With all the boxes of cutlery, flowers, tablecloths and so on to be taken to the wedding site, somehow we mislaid a roll of tulle intended to decorate our little altar. The moms, desperately wishing for at least one part of this hippie-ass wedding to be floaty and white, dashed out to a fabric store … Continue reading
Back to the studio
I am at last beginning to get my act together in the house. For the first several months I was kind of walking around in a daze, waiting for someone to come and say it had all been a mistake and that we’d need to move back to our 750 square foot apartment, but now … Continue reading
I made a little place for the cheese
As much as I do not want a dog really at all, I have to admit that sometimes when cooking if I accidentally drop a bit of warm orzo on my bare foot, I will just let it stay there until I have to walk again because it feels kind of like the little bits … Continue reading
Water
Today I’m thinking about water. No surprise, as the remnants of the Japan tsunami race towards me to engulf…well, about three feet of beach, probably. But really, watching the footage of what happened in Japan makes me think about earthquakes, which are not, you know, totally unheard of here on our side of the world. … Continue reading
Money tree
I was in Washington, D.C., for a day last week. (In fact, I’ve been zipping all over the east coast for a week, hence my absence from Carthage.) Seeing all the giant stone palaces made me feel more warmly towards the federal government — how bad can they be if they have buildings like that? … Continue reading