29 Apr 2008
This pig keychain was a gift from Joe’s sister, Rosey. It lights up and oinks. But its oink sounds less, “Oink” and more “Quarr.” Quarr. One, I love pigs. Two, I love pugs* and they’re not much different than pigs. Three, I want a Pigasus tattoo to mimic the way Steinbeck used to “sign” his [...]
27 Apr 2008
We’re visiting Oma & Opa in a few hours, so in their honor, I will tell one staple story from the Opa Vault: When my Opa was a kid (during and after) World War II he used to run around his hometown of Hildesheim, Germany thinking of ways to make money for his family. During [...]
26 Apr 2008
So here we are. Joe asleep. Me awake. We’re on dog-sitting duty at my friend Roger’s house in Sarasota this weekend. And as anyone whose ever babysat, dog sat or house sat knows, staying at someone else’s house can be troubling because you are beholden to their gadgetry (ie: TV with rabbit ears, microwave you [...]
24 Apr 2008
Hi. I’m getting ready for bed, which is ironic given I’m starting this thing to devote my clear-headed awakened-ness to writing again in the wee morning hours before Joe wakes up. (9 a.m. – 11 a.m.) And though this is a weekend blog and not a Thursday night blog, tonight is a test. Tonight I [...]