Given recurring skepticism as to the veracity of my stories, I thought I’d accompany this one with an action photo: The pile of wood on this trailer was twice as tall when it arrived at the house across the street one Thursday morning last fall. The Very Nice Owners don’t live there yet — bought […]
Month: February 2013
Flushing Frustration
Since December is never busy enough, I attempted to remodel a dingy basement bathroom in the short weeks before my parents arrived for a Christmas visit. The Guest Suite is an equally dingy bedroom down there that hasn’t been touched since their last visit several years ago; I thought to atone for that with a […]
Lost Love’s Labors
“If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.” Twelfth Night, Act 1, scene 1, 1-3 In truth, forsooth, Duke Orsino’s strategy here isn’t worth a damn — the notion that we can cure ourselves of love-sickness by over-indulging in it. […]
Stubborn Born
My best beloved parents spent this past Christmas with us. I realize that revelations about my relatives reveal more about me than about them, but while searching for a Beethoven picture today I noticed that every image invariably shows the composer scowling deeply. It is the same scowl my dear deaf father sports when hearing-frustrated. […]
Spread the Love
So, once more, It’s SPREAD THE LOVE season at the high school where I work. Student Council is on a Valentinesque drive to make everyone feel warm and fuzzy and loved. SPREAD THE LOVE? It sounds like a communicable disease prevention program. I tell student council every year that their tagline is a cautionary STD […]