"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
What’s going on in my life
I remember, as a kid, reading a science fiction story about a future in which working adults are forced to buy, use, wear out, and replace enormous amounts of material goods, their lives an exhausting cycle of consumption imposed on them by the government in order to keep the nation’s economic engine going. Older people, […]
Favorite posts from 2009: January: Fuzzy Logic February: George Washington on Facebook March: My Dog Has Many Names April: Automotive Anthropology May: If Two Is Good, Three Must Be Better June: Call for Philip Morris July: I Married an Italian August: Chillin’ in Bisbee September: I Know Where I Was; Where Were You? October: Car-Eating […]
Polly called this afternoon to report Skipper’s passing. We brought Skipper into our family in 1986, for no better reason than that we’d named our daughter Polly and getting her her own parrot seemed like the right thing to do. Skipper lived with us in Florida, Okinawa, Hawaii, Nevada, and Arizona; a few years ago […]
I don’t mean this in any sort of down way, but I’m finally coming to realize that when you’re retired, with the kids grown and gone, settled down in the house you plan to stay in until they pry it from your cold dead fingers, there’s not a lot you can put into an annual […]
. . . after 44 years! Thanks for hanging with me, Donna! I always look up anniversaries to find out what the traditional gift is, but it’s rare that I can afford it. Forty-four must be an off anniversary, because according to this site the traditional gift is “groceries.” Well, what do you know . […]
0630: Alarm goes off. Much to do if I’m to leave by 0800 — shave, brush teeth, shower, make coffee, get the bike ready, pack what I’ll need for the day, etc. 0700: What was that? Thunder? Hard to tell with the shower blasting. Maybe Donna’s moving the dressers around. I sure hope so. 0710: […]
Our daughter Polly flew in from Las Vegas yesterday, and later this afternoon we’re going over to our friend Dee’s home for Thanksgiving dinner. We don’t have to cook, and for that I’m sort of thankful. Sort of, because we’d originally planned to cook Thanksgiving dinner at home, and now I’m at loose ends with […]