Monthly Archives: March 2012

Tomorrow is Railfan’s eighteenth birthday. I keep feeling like this cannot be happening, much like I did when the Not-So-Little Drummer Boy turned twenty-one.  Where did the time go? How can so many years have slipped by so fast? I … Continue reading →

The other day I was driving the Red-Headed Menace and Railfan to school.  The Red-Headed Menace was excited about a problem-solving method he had learned in his math class. Red-Headed Menace: Railfan, do you want to know how to do … Continue reading →

After yesterday, part of me wants to go away and hide.  Part of me wants explanations.  Part of me is scared: what about all the other people in my life who suffer from depression or other mental illnesses? Are they … Continue reading →

That problem with my laptop?  The sticky keys from where I dropped a mocha on it? Unimportant.  That my kids are getting older and I am stressed about what I am going to do? Not that big a deal, in … Continue reading →

The space key sticks and the backlights to the keyboard are gone. And Apple wants $700 to repair damage from liquid spills. I do not think so.  They said that I could take it to and Apple authorized repair place, … Continue reading →

I am at the Apple Store, reminding myself that people generally react badly when you break into loud, wracking sobs in public.

I’ve been working at Starbucks at least once a week for years. Today, for the very first time…. I spilled coffee on the laptop. I do not know what will happen. It does not appear to have fried anything but … Continue reading →

If you keep writing the letters W – H – Y over and over, at some point they become meaningless.

About that post I wrote about my mood earlier…. You guys do know I would never, ever actually do that, right?  I would not hurt a fly.  I wouldn’t even hurt a Tea Partier. I know I seem heartless sometimes, … Continue reading →

Diego Rivera was a Communist. The members of the Pacific Stock Exchange were not. That the latter should have commissioned the former to paint a mural for its sumptuously appointed building at 155 Sansome Street in San Francisco (now home … Continue reading →

Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats.  H.L. Mencken. Some days, I wonder if Sweeney Todd wasn’t on to something.* *Mrs. Lovett, on the other … Continue reading →

I feel… I’m not sure.  Not quite professional (no pantyhose, no skirt), but maybe businesslike.  I am wearing my black sweater (sleeves pushed up to show I am a serious person), black cords, a faux-pearl and sterling silver necklace, and … Continue reading →

I play trivia almost every Tuesday.  Over half the time I play by myself.  This leaves a lot of empty time between rounds — sometimes even between questions. I find myself writing.  Those of you have seen my handwriting know … Continue reading →

Before I say anything else, I am compelled to remind you that I am the daughter and niece of Marines, and the granddaughter of a Navy pilot. I count members or former members of all four branches of the armed … Continue reading →

[Yes, it’s another Sondheim post.] I have always loved the song “Move On” from Sunday in the Park with George.  It is beautiful, it is moving. It is also incredibly well-crafted, without being ostentatious.  So much so that one of … Continue reading →