I am married to a wonderful person who saw a cat injured in the street yesterday and, unlike the other drivers who were swerving around it to continue on their trips, stopped her car in traffic and picked up the cat and took it to the emergency pet clinic. There to wait for two hours while no […]
I am posting this via the free wifi at the Sacramento airport. I flew down for a few days visit with my father. He lives across from the Crocker Art Museum, which I hadn’t visited in awhile, so we went in to see what Wayne Thiebaud paintings were on exhibit. Very scrumptious. On Sunday we […]
Yesterday afternoon I went out for a bike ride. I was in a quiet neighborhood when I came to a four-way stop. There was a car already to my right at the intersection, so I waited for him to move. For a few seconds I waited, then I noticed he had something to his lips […]
Mrs The Fyd has mad crochet skills. If you had such ability, and you added to this profound concern for the comfort of cats, you could only hope to one day produce this: Mrs The Fyd is oddly reluctant to publicise this ingenious accessory. If you or a beloved has been searching for the perfect cardboard box cosy, you might be […]
I was in a lousy mood most of Monday. Just felt like shouting at everyone, and was gripped further by a sense of anxiety and grief, and something deeper inside me. Like a mold of despond on my bones. Anyway, the next day I was having a phone conversation with a colleague and I said enthusiastically […]
There is a scrap metal buyer who has opened up shop recently about a ten minute walk from our house. When I take the dogs past it the parking lot is usually full of crappy old cars overloaded with ancient appliances and tangles of scrap and wire. The prospective sellers tend to overflow onto the […]
We come across this obscure store on our walks sometimes: What the fuck, parents? Who names their son “Adolf”? Apparently this Adolf is not bothered by his parents’ choice. He may even have embraced it; the “Adolf’s Office” is somehow endearing, if also creepy.
This is a black day. Cathy Seipp is a wonderful writer whose blog I’ve followed for years, even if I wouldn’t consider myself entirely on her side of the political divide. Alas, it seems now that she is leaving us. If I prayed, now would be the time to solicit a miracle.
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