Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
"Our library actually does have a used book store upstairs, but usually you just borrow books from a library."
"Well I think we're going to have to figure out a way to buy The Hobbit. It's long and we're not done yet."
"That's okay. We can re-new it."
"Oh, that's a good idea... also when you cut my fingernails at nighttime I think we should call it finger-night."
Labels: no comprendo
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
It started with the DVD player. It only worked sporadically and after awhile, we had to pick it up and shake it to make it play. Then it stopped working at all. It was a VCR/DVD combo which should tell you something about its age.
Soon after, my laptop stopped holding a charge and now will only work if it's plugged in.
Last weekend, Jeff went running and took a spill. He scraped up his left leg and his right hand landed on his iPhone, his iPhone landed on the sidewalk. His hand and the phone both still work but the phone screen is cracked.
We bought our vintage chesterfield sofa from a couple in Silverlake last year. The couch itself is sturdy but the cushions had a lot of mileage on them. I finally brought them to Salvador the upholsterer in Highland Park. He promised they'd be done in a week. That was six weeks ago. Meanwhile, we're sitting on an old blanket on the couch frame.
The Check Engine light is on in Jeff's Honda and one of the headlights is burned out. The heater smells like wet dog.
On Thursday, the microwave shorted out, taking the electricity on the north side of the kitchen with it. I re-set the breaker so the electricity is back but the microwave is done microwaving.
Four out of five bulbs in the light fixture over the dining table burned out in one day.
My friend Karen accused us of "going Amish."
Friday morning, we woke up covered in feathers. The dogs had chewed into the down comforter and its cover during the night and we were feathered in the process. We looked at each other, covered in down and knew, we'd had enough.
A trip to Target took care of quite a few things. A new couch was ordered online and our beloved chesterfield is taking residence in the rehearsal space in our garage. We dropped Jeff's car off at the mechanic today. One trip to the Apple store ought to take care of the rest. (And now you know everything we're doing with our tax refund.)
We're set until that one week, a few years from now, when this all goes down again.
Labels: a word from the management
Monday, February 18, 2013
Labels: A Way With Words
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Relax, You'll Be More Productive.
Fred Astaire and Eleanor Powell are a happy place.
And The 49 Most WTF Photos of People Posing With Animals.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
"Come one, Bob! Let's play Galactic Lawyers!"
"Okay, you play the robber, GeonHee."
"But wait there's no good guy..."
"Bob? Come here a minute?"
"Are you playing Galactic Lawyers?"
"No, Mom. Galactic Warriors."
"Oh. I thought GeongHee said Lawyers and that would be outstanding."
"He kind of has an accent, Mom."
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
"Quick into the car. We don't want to be late for school."
"What was that, Mom?"
"I don't know."
And then I saw her: a big gray cat. She ran up the driveway and settled under the yellow rose bush. I stopped the car and ran to her. She was laying down, breathing hard. I pet her head.
"Little gray kitty, are you okay, Baby?"
She look at me. Her breathing eased and then it seemed to stop.
"Oh no, Kitty. Oh, no. Oh, no. Kitty!"
"Mom, what's going on?"
"Just stay in the car, Bob." I picked up the cat and brought her to the car, resting her in the passenger seat. I dropped Bob at school on the way to the animal hospital.
The tech ushered me into a small room. She checked the cat for a heartbeat. The tech looked up and shook her head.
"She must have been sleeping under our car. I didn't see her."
"I'm so sorry. That's horrible. How would you like us to take care of it?"
"Can we have her cremated? At least we can bury her in the yard next to some other nice animals."
"Sure. I have the form here. She doesn't have a collar or a micro-chip. Do you want to name her, or leave that part blank?"
"Well... she did run to the rose bush, so I guess, Rose?"
"Rose. That's a sweet name. Sign right here."
I pet Rose on the back.
"I'm sorry, Rose. I'm really sorry."
I cried the whole way home. I cried for Rose.
Labels: the neighborhood
Monday, February 11, 2013
"Dad where are we? There's no traffic or buildings."
"We're just getting off the freeway here and making a right."
"Now we're in a neighborhood."
"Okay, now there's stores and everything, I guess."
"I told you."
"Hey, Mom? Is Dad going the right way?"
"I heard that."
"Sorry, Dad... But, Mom is he?"
Labels: road tripper
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
"Oh... that's just where I... um... put my broccoli and stuff."
"How long have you been hiding food back here?"
"It's not all the food, Mom. Just the stuff I don't want."
"Yeah, I get it. I've got to tell your dad about this."
"Don't tell Dad. That's tattling."
"It's not tattling, it's parenting."
"Don't do parenting."
Labels: A Way With Words
Thursday, February 7, 2013
"What's a chaperone?"
"A chaperone is someone who comes along to help and make sure everything's okay."
"So like if someone barfs?"
"I guess so."
"Or poos themselves?"
"I think we're going to have fun."
"Sounds like it."
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Labels: Another Day Another Playdate
Monday, February 4, 2013
The front porch smells of the sweet olive hedge and the redwood on the other side of the fence.
The dirt under Bob's window holds the buried ashes of pets we have loved, marked with seashells and orange roses. Sunshine warms the lemon trees and hydrangea bushes and burns through the west facing windows at sunset.
The fireplace, long blocked, is filled with books. Each morning we find a family of crickets in our bathtub. We carry them outside to the safety of the backyard, and yet they return again each day.
We are living our days inside these walls and I am so grateful.
Labels: the neighborhood
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
"Before we go to the park we need to swing by the store. We're out of coffee."
"You don't need coffee to live, Mom."
"No, I don't but I prefer to live with it."
"I know. I feel that way about Lego Lord of the Rings."