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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
Jam yesterday and jam tomorrow
Though he loves to work and slave For me every day He’d be so much better off If I went away But why should I leave him? Why should I go? He’d be unhappy Without me I know I’ve got that man Crazy for me He’s funny that way The Lad will soon be taking … Continue reading
Screak: a screeching squeak
Two nights ago I slept face to face with the stars for the first time. After a long day splashing around in the east’s 106 degree temperature, the night cooled off to a manageable 100 or so and I slept out in the hammock with the Lad nearby on a palliasse of pool mats. He … Continue reading
In search of Wallace
Last night the Lad and I attended the 48 Hour Film Project in Dolores Park. I love that park at night: the lambent lights on the tennis courts, the anile palms rustling their gossipy heads together, and Ursa Major overhead eating the rest of the stars. The weather was as good as the park and … Continue reading
Sucker-punched by fried fish
San Francisco is warm warm warm today and odors are hanging in the still air long past their expiration dates. Walking around I get sucker-punched by the smell of fried fish, jasmine, coffee, old clothes, cologne. This poor city is aging and she knows it. Every summer she runs to furious menopause: hot flashes, tantrums. … Continue reading