Ok, Darling Ones, hold on to your butts, this is a big’un. . . Do y’all remember my nephew, Max? I’ve been writing about him for 26ish years. Perhaps you remember this interview from when he was four? Or Actual Factual Toilet Repair? If you’re a more recent reader, you might remember when he turned me to dust by saying, “I always forget how long ago the 90s were.” I promise not to go through all 23-pages worth of Max-specific…
Hey Darling Ones, Yesterday I had to go back to physical therapy because my left ankle is being a little bitch. I went to a podiatrist a few months ago and she thinks it’s my lymphadema causing the woe. I’ll skip telling you how I was, and kinda till am, a salty, petulant brat about the whole thing. Instead, I’m gonna tell you abut the weird thing that happened. Because the American healthcare system is so awesome and efficient, I…
Hi Darling Ones, I hope wherever you are Autumn is in full effect. When the sun shines, the light in Minnesota is exquisite – golden and buttery. In the afternoon the sun hits my tree and when the wind is blowing I watch the shadows of the dancing leaves around my living room sighing in contentment. Fall really is the best. Though I miss the pool, I’m glad soup season is here. I’m making stock for chicken noodle soup as…
Hola Darling Ones, Hope you made it out of August of unscathed. I did, barely. As per usu August was a jerk to me right until the very end. I racked up a of failures in August. I lost battles with my Homeowner’s ASSociation, myself, and my self-confidence. It was a rough month, but I made it through. To make up for August being a little the bitch, the universe out two good things in my lap. Back to back…
Hello Darling Ones, For the past month I’ve been locked in battle with my Home Owner’s ASSociation (HOA) over a hornet’s nest attached to my neighbor’s garage. While it is attached to her garage, it’s in a spot she would never see unless she was standing on my patio. In the past, when I had a much cheaper and better HOA they’ve taken care of these kinds of problems. The current $400/month HOA claims pest control is an owner’s problem….
Hola Darling Ones, When I turned 26 during my AOL days (geminmat@aol.com, y’all) in June of 1998 a guy I was IMing with on the reg wrote me a song. The only thing I remember is it ended with “you’re twenty-six years old.” It was a sweet gesture and I treated it like the cherished artifact it was. I downloaded that WAV file (did we have MP3s in 98?) and saved it to a 3.5″ floppy disk, which I probably…