I said goodbye last night. Not that it mattered; every time I came into the room, we met anew. I was alternately a stranger, my own father, a son, and on rare happy occasions, myself. My grandfather knows that he is in a fog, recognition and memories just beyond reach, and it frustrates him. Then […]
It’s unlikely Obama will win in Alaska, but at least it looks close. It’s nice to know that even though all I ever did was throw money at Obama, someone in my family was out working hard for an Obama victory. Thank you, cousin Molly!!! Related Images:
I came in the night, shrouded in darkness, relying on my sense of smell rather than sight. What I smell is manure. Horse and cow shit, to be precise. This is not the SoCal of my childhood, this is Norco. A working-class horse town, dirt and gravel riding paths rather than sidewalks, Norco is an […]
It’s the end of the season, and we are actually a week ahead of schedule this year. The yard is leaf-blown, but the pool is covered and winterized. I’ve performed the annual blowjob (shut it, you pervs!) on the sprinklers and backyard faucets. The gazebo cover, or what is left of it, has been packed […]
Twelve hours from now, I begin my journey to Humboldt County. Vishnu willing, I should be there by noon tomorrow. Oh, the joy; walking to the beach and kicking back in the sand to work on my fog tan. Well, almost. I’m actually still going to be working. But at least I will be in […]
In keeping with Wall Street, we’ve decided to liquidate a bunch of our assets. So far, we’ve dumped a giant I (8.5 feet tall), sold a small boat, Jennie’s motorcycle and a couple of other things. At this rate, we should be able to afford hobo bindles for the whole family by next week! Considering […]
Great. It looks like my bank is going under fast, and the F.D.I.C. may not have the funds to cover our deposits without begging some from the Treasury. Is it time to stuff my mattress with money, or does it really matter at this point? At what point will we need a wheelbarrow full of […]
So . . . if you were on the docks in Ketchikan when the Island Princess docked this past June, and you were pelted by ice cream sandwiches and chocolates from one of the ship’s balconies, I sincerely apologize on behalf of my children. Honestly, they weren’t raised by wolves. Related Images:
The season, barely begun, has unofficially ended. Fall is here, in fog and rain and a heavy coat of grey. The pool, infrequently used, is leaf-blown and much too cold to swim in. In a normal summer, if there is such a thing, we open in mid-May and close in mid-September. Our last good swim […]
I missed a good time yesterday. While I toiled away in the sweatshop that is my basement office (I need to get my fan back from the dwarves), Jennie and the kids went to Silverwood. The only low point was Aaron’s roller-coaster ride, which ended with a bloody nose and black eye. Apparently, tucking your […]
