The cat has discovered how to turn on the radio. At first, it happened accidentally. It’s an old clock radio that sits atop the low bookshelf by the window. The power button is on the top, she likes to sit on it and one day stepped on the button by accident. It was bound to …
Day 6 of The Move (90 year-old-parents relocating from Florida to Pittsburgh to live with daughter), Friday started well. Despite a lack of sleep -- one design flaw for the train: the lower bunk in the handicap room was a single, too small for them to comfortably share, and I wasn’t going to allow either …
My husband and The Cat play a game and I have seats on the 50-yard line. I witness the game when my calls home from the road sound something like this: Me: How was your day? He: Oh, ok. How was – hey, cut that out! What are you doing?!? (Sound of The Cat smashing …
The Cat and I write to you today from, as Dorothy Sayers puts it, “an undisclosed location” as our apartment floors are being replaced and we have temporarily moved out. She was particularly good on the way to the hotel, and has been suspiciously well-behaved, but I think it’s terror more than anything. If I …
I was going to write about something else entirely today but sometimes life hands you surprises – or knocks them off shelves to crash at your feet. As I mentioned several weeks ago, my apartment was flooded. The flood came from under the wall and didn’t get more than an inch or two deep; so …
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