Archive for April, 2005

TTMYGHmm, but not Stonehenge

Saturday, April 30th, 2005

The plan was to post a Most Excellent picture of Stonehenge – no, not THAT one, in the entry about cranberry sauce; that was ’72 – because today marked six years since my last visit.  Unfortunately, it’s not today anymore, time having marched on through midnight while I was composing a content-free e-mail, so you’ll […]

Make mine with jimmies

Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

Light dawns on Marblehead.  Hubby reminds me of the fact that we’re New Englanders. I forget, sometimes.  I’m a born Yankee, but I do pronounce my Rs – Mom is from Seattle – and I forget the culture that goes beyond pronunciation. (Although, that’s fun too.  My best friend loves to tell how his accent […]

Organized sports chez Herd

Saturday, April 23rd, 2005

I came out of the bathroom crying with laughter and announced, “There’s a crime scene in there, probably involving a currently-dead mouse.”  While I’d been on the throne I happened to glance at the tub (it took a moment to focus…).  It had been newly and abundantly festooned with random streaks of blood [cue audio: […]

Verb Ate Him (they really did write it this way)

Thursday, April 21st, 2005

“I spent yesterday with the lawyers. It was a pain saking 3 hours drafting a letter…” “She’s really sick and beside myself with grief.” “I have a cat that occasionally eats too fast and then regurgitates and my sister does also.” But does your sister do it on the rug? “Not all men are dentists […]

People who need people

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

I woke from an extended dream Tuesday morning–a widescreen, surround-sound, DVD-version dream that took me half an hour to transcribe–and found myself thinking about someone whose offhand comment prompted some revelatory navel-contemplation, long ago. I thought of Pat because in the dream, my daughter was 13 years younger and, inexplicably, a boy. Named Roger. (This […]