Author Archives: didofoot
The city with the largest homeless
San Francisco, the city with the largest homeless and activist populations in the world (probably) is a tough place to walk down the street in. Every sidewalk in my neighborhood is lined with people asking me for things. I don’t give money to the homeless. Not on any kind of principle, but because I live … Continue reading
Several hedgehogs, some nuns
About two years ago we moved into this love palace. I remember what I was thinking when the photo below was taken, and mostly what I was thinking was “oh, shit.” There were too many rooms. There were too many pieces of furniture, but also not enough. Whose sheets would we use? Would I ever … Continue reading
Saving Nine
For about ten years now I’ve been saving every postcard I received, which, due to my friendship with Michele, means I have quite a collection. A little while ago I decided to put them to use and decorated the bathroom and parts of the living room with various scenes from around the world. I’m thinking … Continue reading
The couple that posts together…
We had planned to drive to Santa Barbara on Sunday for Nuala’s birthday party, but the Lad started having weird pains on Friday and by Saturday night he was admitted into the hospital with possible appendicitis. Happily, nothing had to be removed and on Monday he was released after two nights of hospital liquid meals, … Continue reading
Kiss
Saturday. The Lad is building me a new laptop, because my old laptop can only run Windows 98 and stops working if you try to do anything really exciting like open three windows at the same time. I sit at our massive dining room table and watch him tinker around with things. He pulls a … Continue reading
Searching for Eydie?
Anyone looking for Edith Riley, Edie Riley, Eydie Riley, or Eydie Larson should contact eydielarson at yahoo dot com. She grew up in the Syracuse, NY area, and also lived in Dobbs Ferry, NY & Croton-on-Hudson, NY in the late 1960’s.
Is that me in your pocket?
I’ve gotten a few questions about yesterday’s post, and I just wanted to clarify: the Lad is not a peach tea. If anything, the Lad is a Moroccan Mint tea from Numi. The peach tea thing was inspired by my job search. Ok, on with the entry. At the end of her love scene with … Continue reading
Mustard & Peaches
I had a dream about Nuala’s last dog, Sophie. Sophie was a shih-tzu and she made little gurgling grunts like an Ewok when she was pleased; I have rarely been so fond of someone else’s pet. In the dream Nuala and I were sitting in a restaurant and Nuala ordered a hamburger for Sophie. She … Continue reading
Window Memory
This is just a memory I’m having. In the early days with one of my old boyfriends, we were lying in bed and I was telling him about this scene in a Tom Robbins novel where Tom considers the various ways to make love stick around. And I said one of the ways suggested was … Continue reading
My travels with Michele and Co.
I spent some days a few weeks ago on the Oregon Coast with Michele’s family. It’s taken some time to write about it because there was a lot to process: like Michele, her family is not something you can just discard in a single paragraph. The Route, The Marshes and The Nothing We began our … Continue reading