by Mir | Jan 15, 2007 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
Winter, winter; wherefore art thou, winter? As we’ve enjoyed our unseasonably warm and spring-like days I have said to anyone who will listen (and several who would not) that I feared winter’s arrival, because I’ve lived in the frozen north a long...
by Mir | Jan 14, 2007 | The Year of Living Changerously
At 7:30 this morning I was down in my basement with a push broom, removing the last detritus from last year’s Basementgate. Sure, it’s been clean down there for ages, but I never swept out all the corners. Now I have. This afternoon I steadily filled my...
by Mir | Jan 13, 2007 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"
I can’t decide: 1) Deciding to paint just that one piece of dinged trim before showing the house tomorrow and finding myself painting trim, doors, the entire staircase, and huh, whaddaya know, I’ve been painting for SIX HOURS. or 2) Having a prolonged...
by Mir | Jan 11, 2007 | Ottomatic For the People, The Year of Living Changerously
This morning BOTH of my children awoke healthy—if not entirely cheerful—and I sang “You are going to school to-day! You are going to school to-day!” until they both glared at me and plotted their revenge together at the breakfast table. I...
by Mir | Jan 10, 2007 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Chickadee: My name is Kooky. Me: Hello, Kooky. Chickadee: No, wait. My name is— actually, I quite enjoy my real name. Me: That’s wonderful… I enjoy your real name, too. And when I was a kid I hated my name, so I’m especially glad that you like...
