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Archive for August 2014

From Grandma’s House: Grandma Sniffed Me?

Grandma Ruth LOVED to play games. Anything you could sit around a table and play, while socializing. Puzzles, Dominos, Pinochle, Canasta… She was a Bridge fiend, and I’ll always regret that we never got around to teaching me how to play. When her grandchildren we very little, she made a point to teach us all how … Continue reading

Neighborly Relations

We really lucked out when we moved into this house. We love our landlord, it’s a (nearly) great neighborhood, and our neighbors are awesome. Most of them, anyway. There’s a solid crew with whom we really connect. All our patios back up to an easement alley, which leads up to a common lot that has been … Continue reading

Kensington Boys: Born in a Barn?

The Boys are constantly in and out, all day long. Inside, outside, up and down the stairs… Shouting, running, whistling, sometimes screaming or sobbing. When they moved in, the front storm door had a plexi top and a screened-in bottom. After a few months wear and tear, only the plexi remains. It’s not hard to imagine … Continue reading

Birthday Party Pooper

I have stopped saying “Happy Birthday” on Facebook. I don’t do it anymore. The reminders, goddamn push notifications, and the other friends saying the same exact thing over and over, competing for said friend’s affections… Well, it’s salutation extortion. I feel like we’re all being baited into birthday wishes. Isn’t it enough that Facebook runs … Continue reading

From Grandma’s House: The First Meal

I once went to grad school and lived with my grandmother, AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! Remarkably, I lived to tell about it. Negotiating that arrangement was probably the most difficult, and rewarding, piece of grad school. Prior to rooming together, Grandma and I never had a very good relationship. It was bad enough that, when I … Continue reading

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