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School Woods birthday – the leftovers

I had a nice birthday party for School Woods on Friday. I’ve been serving meals there for 5 years. It was an after work cocktail party, stand-up, nibbles and sips. I made: Crostini with goat cheese, slow-roasted tomato, & pickled onion – homemade baguettes, and I used Heidi’s technique of pouring the oil (or butter) […]

Not ready

I guess it’s really fall, but somehow I’m not adjusted yet. I still feel like it should be summer. Today it’s dreary and raining – I guess that should convince me. I biked to an 8:00 a.m. meeting on the east side, and then left my bike in a friend’s garage and took the bus […]

9:11 on 9/11

A few minutes ago I looked at the clock and the time was 9:11 p.m. on Sept 11, 2011. I have been pretty impervious to all the remembrancing going on, but I still indulged in a little what I was doing when. I was driving to Neenah, Wisconsin when the planes hit, heard about it […]

Mom & Dad and Bill Clinton

Today would be my parents 60th wedding anniversary if either of them was still around. They didn’t make 50 years, even, since my Dad died a couple of months after their 47th anniversary in 1998. I liked it when Clinton was president and my parents were alive because I’d usually hear on the news one […]

La Toilette

Getting ready for work didn’t go so smoothly today. I showered upstairs with Mark, and used his more-skin-drying soap, instead of mine – the bar of Castille soap I keep up there. “No problem”, I thought, “I’ll just lotion up downstairs.” I decided to use the old patchouli lotion, instead of cracking open my pristine […]

You can’t go home again

…. or at least, you can’t buy your old home again. The house my parents owned from 1967 to 2000 was a big, old, Pittsburgh house. Built in 1911, 3000+ square feet, above ground basement, attached garage, real plaster walls, 12-foot ceiling in the first floor. Five toilets: sink & a toilet in the basement […]

This day in history

On this day 24 years ago, my little brother got married. I packed my loose bottom tart tins in with my t-shirts, and called the pediatrician to make sure that my 10-week-old baby, John, was OK to fly on a plane (they said yes, just try nursing him at take off and especially landing to […]

Specific moments

This morning as I was coming out of the bathroom after washing up, a spot of soapy water that splashed on the wood floor somehow reminded me of when my mom lived with me, and it was summer, and it was hot, and it was morning but I wasn’t on my way to work. And […]

Dad’s yahrzeit

Yesterday – November 21st – is my Dad’s yahrzeit, or anniversary of his death. Twelve years now, since he died in 1998. It was a Saturday that year. I didn’t light a candle as I have other years, but I went and bought a fresh bottle of gin, Death’s Door, so that I could drink […]

Visiting my parents’ grave

But the marker is just for my dad – my mom’s ashes are interred there, too – and when we brought them, in February of 2005, we ordered a new marker with both names. Somehow, somebody who worked at the cemetery left, somebody screwed up, and it never got done. The good thing about visiting […]