Monthly Archives: March 2006

Travels With Dad: Venice, April 1984

I dreamed about Dad last night. We were sharing a bottle of Clos du Bois and laughing while we made dinner. Buddy (my cat who died in 2000 at the age of 18) watched us in his Buddy-way: as if we looked silly, but something good might come of...

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Too Many Pints = Memory Loss?

My one and only nephew, Ben, works as a bartender at his local pub. Though I may be accused of bias, I think Ben is pretty memorable, being over six feet tall and with the Scandinavian coloring* so rarely bestowed on girls who are not of the Nordic persuasion....

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Miz Suzy and her D-Clines

For reasons beyond my control (read: the mail), I received my new bank card approximately three weeks after the old one had expired. Now there’s a reason to go postal. My bank card doubles as a Visa card, and since my only other Visa card was rudely and summarily...

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Designated Dresser

I spent a lovely Saturday afternoon with my fab friend K. First, we had a late brunch (Eggs Florentine for Me; cheddar & broccoli omelette for Miz K), over which K floored me (it was good that I was sitting, but I did splutter quite a lot) by admitting...

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Dad’s 75th Birthday

My father was born 75 years ago today, in Croydon, England. Here are some of my favorite memories: Waiting for Dad to come home from work when I was a young girl and he was a young scientist. In those days, he’d come home in his white lab coat,...

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(Up) Right On!

I am pleased to report that I can now stand upright, and look slightly more evolved than I did sporting that Missing Link look over the past few days. I have a sudden and profound sympathy for anyone playing the roles of Igor or the Hunchback of Notre Dame....

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It’s Official

Yesterday, I ventured out of the house for the first time since the Fiendish Flu attacked. I wobbled weakly to the library, where I picked up a delightful armful of books. When I attempted to stand up again, I discovered that I had tweaked my back so badly that...

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Saturday Night Fever

Well, that was not fun. What I thought was a simple cold turned out to be a Fiendishly Fierce Flu. It included such unlovely symptoms as: The Red Hot Chills. I huddled in bed under all the blankets I could find, also wearing a fleece and a HAT, and...

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I feel like complete shit, Ferris.

I coughed myself awake this morning, and that’s even worse than being woken up by the phone* or someone snoring, or, say, a noisy older sister barging into a house for coffee (I know who I am). I have progressed to the achy-breaky bod (even my fingers – practice...

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