how to survive vacation with a cold hearted killer

It started with a crazy idea and $150. And an application and an interview at the Humane Society and a small array of things that squeaked (but not for long). Parenthood was ours. All seemed to be progressing normally, except that she wanted to eat the whole world. Including, for a time, me. But we were […]

smoothie therapy

I’m saying goodbye to 2012 with a certain sense of good riddance. This might be unfair to 2012. It began with a car accident, a car that died, and wrapping pennies for groceries. And I actually rang in the New Year with some kind of stomach flu. That should have tipped me off. But then […]

affirmation monster

I got my antibiotics, along with a mild narcotic, strictly for sleeping purposes. And there was no pleading or crawling down the hallways, weeping or gnashing my teeth; all my practice was in vain. The doctor’s exact words were, “There’s no reason to torture you any longer.” I squeaked something polite and unfitting like, “Thank […]

providence

Yesterday my dad’s car broke down while he was on the phone with my mom. “My car just stopped working.” “What do you mean?” “Nothing’s happening.” “Do you think you should hang up now?” Yesterday my husband’s car broke down. That is, the clutch stopped working. He jerked it into a parking lot and then […]

moving on

We’re out. We’ve moved. That’s it. The apartment is free of all dirt and dog fur. Yesterday, we did it all — vacuumed cupboard interiors, washed both sides of the windows, scrubbed the trim, polished the porch light. It took six hours. Ella lay in her bed in the empty apartment, yawning while we scurried around with our […]

old fashioned security system

Husband and I have been discussing getting a security system for our house. Specifically, one with fur. Specifically, one of these guys. That, my friends, is a black German Shepherd Dog. (Also, here: http://pinterest.com/pin/217509856973918901 And here: http://pinterest.com/pin/217509856973918910/ I couldn’t track down the original sources.) One of the reasons we adopted our first dog last year was that I […]

restoration saga: sick days and the real ceiling

I got out of tonight’s demolition because I have a migraine. It’s dwindling, but I’m in no condition to swing a sledgehammer. I’m bummed. The dog and I are having a girls’ night . . . sort of. I’m burying my face in the couch and cursing the light while she repeatedly flings her rubber chicken at me. We’re […]