'Isla, do you like America?' 'I love it.' 'Mumma used to live here.' 'Where? In the toilet?' We were in the bathroom. Although, she can be sarcastic, too. Not her fault. And I should say Isla and Neil were in the bathroom. I can't even fit myself in most accessible stalls, let alone go with … Continue reading Drinking Red Wine On Vacation
And so, you know that working-from-home gig? Not so much. Now I'm just home. I've been recharging by sniffing books and drinking Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Last weekend, I made Neil go out and get me one. This involved leaving our bed and then the entire house. I almost felt bad. Maybe. I've wanted to write … Continue reading What Did I Miss?
While visiting Dad and Anne for Dad's birthday, I spotted a basket of Polaroids, kind of electric in the corner. 'Oooh, photos!' I said. Now. I have always known that nostalgia is an actual condition. I embrace it. I use the ache for old times to spur me on every day. My past helps me … Continue reading Nostalgia and Beards
After Thanksgiving, I waxed nostalgic about canned pumpkin. My friend who writes at Calypte's Scanner Diary, told me where I might find some. And today, Sarge comes home from Christmas shopping with two cans of this lovely stuff: I like how the light is shining on the can. As if it's been sent by … Continue reading Proof of Pumpkin
A few weeks ago, Sarge came home from work and caught me doing something. Something I’ve wanted to keep secret. I couldn’t stop before he walked into the office. And he caught me. I was reading People.com. I’ve said before that the only time I read gossip magazines is in various waiting rooms. I suppose … Continue reading Nostalgia And Other Distractions
This is what it sounds like to me: 1. The laughter of people I love, especially when I make it happen. 2. Popcorn popping. 3. The noises the coffee machine makes while doing its thing. I happen to think it sounds exactly like a zombie dying. Not that I’d know exactly what that sounds like. … Continue reading What Does Love Sound Like To You?