I feel sorry for men — almost. Or at least on Valentine’s Day. What a pantload of crap this fake Hallmark holiday dumps upon us! I work with a lovely man my own age who was a pathetic wreck yesterday because he hadn’t jumped through all the prescribed frilly red heart-shaped social hoops. Worse, his […]
Month: February 2013
Sleeve of Hearts
He was a beautiful Jewish boy from NYC with big dark eyes and a winning smile, smart and sassy and apt to lug Classic Literature around with him. Hardcovers, even. He had a beautiful Jewish girlfriend from NYC, but that did not stop me from memorizing his college schedule of classes and so arranging to […]
Segregated Knives
I’d gone to the Farmer’s Market and had a wonderful time swanning through the booths in an impossible, eccentric and beautiful sunhat my husband gave me. I carried an environmentally-correct canvas tote full of fresh beans and cucumbers, and had a huge bouquet of fresh fragrant dill in my arms. The day was a gorgeous […]
Stoop, Kneel, Crouch or Crawl
So the district personnel department is reviewing the job description for the clerical position I hold. I received the draft of the new version today. They attached a “Physical Requirements” chart which I’d never before seen. It lists various mandated activities and the amount of time thought necessary for me to spend upon them. The […]
Garters and Grubbiness
So the basement of my small ranch house is primarily Kid Territory (are offspring aged 19 and 22 still considered kids? Yes, by Jesus – but I won’t venture down that rat hole right now). I venture downstairs to do laundry. The Guest Suite is located there, too (read, “eternally torn apart bathroom and dreary […]