After hearing what I thought I heard on the local news as I was leaving the living room with a basket of laundry in my arms, I had to do an abrupt about-face and rewind in order to be clear.
I'm Just Saying
Last Sunday I threw myself an enormous pity party: table for one, face down on the bed, enough Radiohead filtering through the speakers to convince anyone to taste steel, shoved coldly against their back molars.
According to the terriers...it’s war.
Paul, thinking his daughters in fur pajamas might like a treat from the feed store, brought home a pair of pig ears, much to my repulsion.
Paul and I had been given (by ourselves) full permission to be somewhat hedonistic this past week.
I don’t have a resume, really, but if I did, under ‘other talents’ I guess I’d write ‘tell jokes and ride horses.’ But after just emceeing another fashion show benefit, I realize I have another ‘gift,’ if you will:
I can spot a fellow farm hand from across the room.
Quite a nice gesture was made to me a couple of weeks ago from a fellow classmate who had, of all things, found and purchased a woman’s high school ring on E-bay and wondered if it were mine.
“It’s the class of 1977,” he wrote, “and inside are the initials, PMS, and I wondered if you had lost yours?”
While I’m grateful not to have lost power and am sorry for those who did, it’s a wee bit irritating to prepare for the worst case weather scenario that was being played out on the local news, and receive just enough ice and snow to make friends of mine in New England scoff and send me a deluge of photos showing themselves standing next to Berlin
It’s been in development for years but now being released on roads in the U.K. are the world’s first ‘driverless’ cars, i.e. two-seater ‘pods’ that roar down the pavement at 12 mph and are designed to take people on short journeys.
There are those that say, with some validation, that social media, particularly Facebook, is notoriously narcissistic: “it’s all about me, me, me- my fabulous children, our amazing skiing trip to Aspen, my wonderful husband, our agonizing choice between the Benz and the Beemer!”