Monthly Archives: August 2006

Dream Girl

Move over, Kirstie Alley! I am now my own dream girl! Last night, I dreamed I was a stripper who used Daisy as a club name (not to be confused with the original Daisy). I had a short, fluffy pink wig, pink feather boa, and very high-heeled pink shoes,...

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Q & A

Not as fun as T & A, but here goes: Q: Are you a comment tease? A: No, I’m lacking in techpertise (or techpertease, if you prefer). I thought I had turned on the comments, but I was wrong. You know how that can happen. Turning on does not...

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Back by Popular Demand

People have been telling me that they miss being able to comment, so I decided to turn the comments back on. I’ll just have to deal with the spam. As the Iron Duke of Wellington said, “Publish and be damned!” Further proof that August is the Official Month of...

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Striking

This time, it’s not the plumbing ganging up on me, it’s the appliances. Apparently, they got together while I was in Detroit and decided to protest my absence by annoying me and/or going on a sudden, French-style strike. The coffeemaker, previously my friend, now pees all over the counter...

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And Into the Future

After a nap to recover from the wonders of the Village giving my sluggish mind (and feet) an unaccustomed workout, Kathleen picked me up at my not-sleazy (sadly) motel and took me out for a fabulous dinner at her fave restaurant. She has also taken my boss there. There...

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Out of the Past

I’ve been gone so long, I need a maid to dust around here! I know you’ve been patiently waiting to hear about Suzy’s Motown Adventure, so here goes: Arrived at the game so fashionably late that it was almost unfashionable. Plagued by traffic jams (2 out of 3 were...

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Blank

I don’t know if it’s the dog days or the death days, but my creativity seems to have withered like the pansies in my windowbox during the heatwave. The heatwave is mercifully over, but inside my head looks like one of those bleak landscapes by Salvador Dali (of course,...

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That Darn Cat

The ancient, creaking freight elevator in my ancient, creaking building is right across the courtyard from my front door. Since the weather has finally changed from blistering to balmy, I had the front door open (with a baby gate across it to keep Miss Sneaky from sneaking out for...

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Total Upset

Scene: 8:00 on a sunny summer morning in a big city. The street has a huge construction site and several Victorian houses, along with miscellaneous buildings of unclear purpose. In front of the houses are four trucks. The first in line has letters saying “City Waste Management” on the...

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Wicked

In the stranglehold of the hideous heat wave, all I could do was whimper, like the Wicked Witch of the West, “I’m melting!”, only meaner and greener. After I walked Rita, we’d both lie in front of the air conditioner panting and cursing global warming, or whatever had brought...

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Travels with Dad: March, 1991

March 29, 1991 Drove to Leeds Castle through the sunny morning. I was delighted with the beauty of the countryside – the impossible green of the grass, rolling hills starred with daffodils and crocuses, trees misty with buds, tall hedges bordering narrow lanes, wood violets, hyacinths, the transparent green...

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The Death Days of August

That’s what they should call it, instead of the dog days. I don’t know who started the trend of checking out in August, but it’s certainly popular: 5: Marilyn Monroe 6: The odd couple of Rick James and Harry Reasoner 7: Peter Jennings 8: Fay Wray 9: Sharon Tate...

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