Barracuda in your butt

We went on the world’s shortest camping trip this weekend, because it was Monkey’s turn to have his him-and-a-friend trip, and his friend decided that one night away from home was enough for him; and Monkey, of course, concluded that staying without his...

Back to being a cynic

I spent the morning packing up for another camping trip (this time it’s the Monkey-and-friend version, while his sister is away). I went into my bathroom and packed up my creams and gels and toothpaste and such and looked over the three different kinds of eye...

Love’s a free spirit

Otto and I have endless discussions about being A Visual Person vs. not being A Visual Person. Otto is visual. He sees things that I don’t. He remembers how to get somewhere if he’s been there once before, and can point out all of the relevant landmarks. I...

Hurry up and wait

Yesterday Chickadee and I saw perhaps the kindest medical professional we’ve ever encountered, and I sort of wanted to put him in my pocket and take him home with us. He (yes, HE) was a nurse practitioner. I’ve always liked NPs. They seem to have most of...

Optimist vs. Optometrist

It’s exceedingly rare for anyone to accuse me of being an optimist. In fact, I’d wager a guess that most folks who know me would peg me for a pessimist, but they’re all wrong, because what I ACTUALLY am is a REALIST. Because, mostly, things suck....

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