Monthly Archives: February 2012

Surprise Wedding

Wow – it’s a chilly one this morning, both inside (44F) and out (29F). Good thing I left the tap dripping – to the kitties’ delight – and brought the orchids inside. Still, I shouldn’t complain, considering that a year ago today, I woke up to a blanket of...

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So Far…

Well, Le Bug is making its majestic (and satanic) progress. The chills and fever have abated, but the deep, wracking cough refuses to leave. Every time I breathe, the ripping lace sound and feeling is still there, and it’s been added to and amplified by a Philip Glass symphony...

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The Auddity

Oh, that Audrey. The most stubborn cat in Hooterville. Or any other ville, for that matter. Ever since Le Bug descended upon me and I more or less moved into my bed full-time, Audrey has been keeping Megan hours. And keeping me company. She curls up neatly on the...

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One of Them

Generally, we like to think that we are a little better than the common man. We aren’t the Ugly American tourists giving our great country a bad name. We aren’t tourists at all! We are citizens of the world. But sometimes, we have to face the fact that we...

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Le Bug

Hot (or cold, depending) on the heels of Friday’s triumph came the flu from hell. It started off with a tickle in my throat, and then escalated into fits of the chills so bad that my teeth were chattering, followed by burning up with fever bad enough to sweat...

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Hooray

The phone rang at almost exactly 2:00 on Friday afternoon. I knew the appointment with the judge was at 1:30 (the meeting with the lawyer was at 1:00), so I didn’t think it could be Megan. But it was. Me: “Hello?” Megan: “It’s over! We won!” Me: “What?!” It...

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Olé

Christopher Hayden: Thought our stomachs should start adjusting to French cuisine so I got us croissants and cafe au lait. Lorelai Gilmore: I thought cafe au lait was Spanish. Christopher Hayden: No, it’s French for coffee and milk. “Lait” is milk. Lorelai Gilmore: Really? I thought it was cafe...

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ER

Ernest Raymond, my mother’s father, was not a mystery to me, or anyone who knew him. He was a charmer until his dying day. When he was in his 80s, more or less blind and bald, my grandmother would leave him sitting on a bench outside when we went...

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EV

Like the rest of the world, I have fallen in love. Hard. With “Downton Abbey”. “Obsessed” is probably not too strong a word. Sure, I love the fabulous costumes. The gorgeous settings (Highclere Castle is now a Destination for the Devoted). The wonderful ensemble cast (though I fear the...

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The Good, the Bad & the Ugly

Yesterday, Megan and Rob made the long trek to Civilization (and back) to see the surgeon who worked on Rob’s neck last summer. The news was not good. The repair is basically collapsing, partly because they used cadaver bone instead of Rob’s own bone, and partly, the surgeon says,...

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vvvvvvvvvvvvv cccccccc

You can thank Roscoe for the title. He just walked across the keyboard. Pretty good for someone who isn’t two years old yet, though his spelling does leave something to be desired. It’s also what I was thinking last night when the power went out. I was afraid that...

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Illegal

Sorry to scare you all with the tale of things that go bump in the night. If we’re not worried, you shouldn’t be! There are still no locks on any of our doors, and so far, we haven’t had any more late night visitors. I still feel about a...

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