Random Notes: Still have plenty of TP. We're all gaining weight, even the dog, who is getting more treats from everyone in the house than she’s ever had. The drip in the kitchen faucet is diabolical. Dropped a bar of soap in the shower and learned it's just as loud as a shampoo bottle. Star … Continue reading Day 11
Quarantine – Day 10
Just rolled out of bed and have not had my coffee yet. Todd is singing “Lady” in the kitchen, loudly, and I’m trying to ignore him. Sensing this, he turns his attention to Sabra and sings to her – which of course she loves because – treats. “…. Saaaabra, your love’s the only love I … Continue reading Quarantine – Day 10
Roxy and June Take Cafe Iguana
“I got a six-pack of tall-boys for me and three coolers for you.” Roxy breathlessly bursts into my apartment with a large paper bag. She’s ready for action in her Norma Kamali jacket and short black skirt and, judging by the way she’s swaying slightly in the doorway, I know she’s already had at least … Continue reading Roxy and June Take Cafe Iguana
Minute By Minute, Hour By Hour
While the world at large is fist-fighting over toilet paper and going to the store wearing garbage bags over their heads with the eyes cut out … Veruca was pissed as all get-out that a) I wouldn’t let her go to bestie’s Quinciñera practice, and b) I kept her home from school on Friday. The … Continue reading Minute By Minute, Hour By Hour
What F^ckery Is This?
By all appearances, I’ve left Facebook indefinitely. I need a break from the fuckery. However, just like… you can run but you can’t hide or,… no matter where you go, you take yourself with you or… not my monkeys, not my circus… sometimes the fuckery finds you anyway. I may or may not have gone … Continue reading What F^ckery Is This?
Bad Boy Musings
Oh my God. I need to never, not ever, drink a 20-oz bottle of Dr. Pepper seven hours before bedtime. Lying in bed for going on three hours, listening to my heart beating in my chest, the weighted blanket worthless, and trying not to keep checking the time. The corner of my bedsheet and the … Continue reading Bad Boy Musings
Life As It Becomes More
The holidays when you’re 50 are much different than the holidays when you’re, let’s say, 30. I’ve had years in between where my enthusiasm ebbed and flowed. This year I was eager to get the Christmas tree and Veruca was equally excited. The two of us drove to the tree farm and there were about … Continue reading Life As It Becomes More
Drinking and Dreams
I woke up this morning from a series of bizarre dreams I’ll attribute to the chemical interaction between my medication and Goose Island IPA. About a month ago, I stopped drinking (mostly) and returned to healthier lifestyle habits. Spoiler: alcohol makes you gain weight and look puffy and inflames the joints. When I stop drinking, … Continue reading Drinking and Dreams
Things That Matter and Other Things
Today is Todd’s 51st birthday. I thought about writing a long post honoring him, but I think after the previous posts (see under “Love” tab above) it would be overkill and these days I’m feeling more private about “us,” which I’m sure makes everyone happier since people do get sick of hearing sappy and gushy … Continue reading Things That Matter and Other Things
Bad Mom
Halloween night. Veruca didn’t want to go out, so she stayed home with me to hand out candy. And then she just watched from the window. V warned me that her friends that live across the way had joked about ringing the door and dashing (these are the same 3 boys that raided my … Continue reading Bad Mom
The Tara Chronicles 