Things are looking up. My hair, butchered into sad submission last fall, is regaining its endearing unruliness. Since I made the cut, I’ve had many people — many of whom I adore — remark how much better it looked short. But it was simply strange looking in the mirror and seeing the coif of someone… Continue reading pony
In York there aren’t “speed bumps.” Instead, we have speed HUMPS, which exist, apparently, in many other places besides south central PA — just so far I’ve not encountered one until here. And hump day in York offers other new and exciting events: here, we get to watch TWO EPISODES of Corner Gas, a great… Continue reading wed nes days
So, today I get my kitties back. Some of you know, some of you don’t, that when we put the house in Parish on the market my swell and wonderful Ma graciously boarded our three cats so that we wouldn’t have to hassle with prospective buyers about allergies or whatever. Today, my mom is bringing… Continue reading puff daddy
Yesterday an amazing thing happened. It was AMAZING, I say. You’ll never believe it. I put little J and H into the car (Big J is still with Grandma), and after a quick spin to Target for some on-clearance shorts for H, we drove to Baltimore. AND IT ONLY TOOK 45 MINUTES! Now, I knew… Continue reading dissipateth…a perfectly cromulent word
I got my official email address to from York, and alas, I am no longer Mr. Yonker (at whatever whatever) like I’ve been for lo these many years. Instead, I just get the M: myonker. It’s the small, expected and insignificant changes like these that jar me. Bigger unexpected changes simply foster a bit of… Continue reading no more mr, no more pool, no more buddies. wah.
We moved on the fourth of July into a house of mirrors. One full wall in the living room is floor-to-ceiling mirrors. In the master bedroom, a full mirrored wall. Multiple mirrors in both bathrooms, covering entire walls. Backs of doors: completely mirrored. This new house is a rental, and after 6 straight months of… Continue reading house of mirrors