Monthly Archives: July 2005

Nana’s birthday

It’s my grandmother’s birthday today. My American grandmother, I always say (my other grandmother was English). But we called her Nana. Everyone in town called her The Lady. She never left the house without her shoes and handbag matching. When she died, we found a box, carefully tied with...

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Live! Rude! Germs!

I made one of Dad’s recipes for dinner last night. It was Egyptian fish. I love how his recipes always say things like “garnish with coriander” – as if I ever would! The thing is, he *would* (and did) – even if he were dining alone. Apparently, I need...

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Natures

Well, the good will toward the Howler has left the building as suddenly as it came. She escaped through the window again, only this time, she attacked Rita the Wonder Dog, who was on her way home with her owner after spending the weekend with me. It was a...

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Hmmm, the last entry has vanished without a trace. I think it must have run away from home, since it’s been 24 hours and I haven’t received a ransom demand from the blognappers. If so, it didn’t leave a note – a tribute to my terrible parenting skills, no...

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Random Wit

Random Wit: A guy wearing a t-shirt with the slogan “Rehab is for Quitters” – outside a rehab center. A construction site with the usual warning of “Post No Bills” on the surrounding walls, with, unusually, the stencilled faces of Bill Clinton, Bill Murray, and Bill Cosby beneath the...

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Mom is still in the hospital, but it seems that the current crisis is past. My teeny, tiny reserves of niceness had long been exhausted, and my pitiful pleas for a niceness transplant were unsuccessful, so I decided I had done all I could do up there (mostly all...

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A Hospital Is Not a Spa

In Which Suzy Learns Why a Hospital is Not Like a Spa: People go to spas voluntarily. No-one really wants to go to the hospital (reasons to follow). Spas smell like herbs and soothing aromatherapy products. Hospitals smell like hospital food. Hospital food tastes (and looks) as good as...

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Tales from the Ambulance

When you call 911 in or near my sister’s little town, you’ll get her (and sometimes my brother) if she’s on duty. She, on the other hand, has no idea what she’s going to get. A couple of recent examples: Arrive at scene to find a man wildly attacking...

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