Category Archives: Just Oy Vey

30 Centimeters

Now, I like snow. I really do. I like winter and I love a cold and clear day where the snow is white and the sky is blue and the sun is shining and it looks like diamonds all around. … Continue reading

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First Day Back

The best thing I can say about keeping up with my email on vacation is that I didn’t come back to three hundred emails, with more and more frantic requests. I remember what that used to be like. I still … Continue reading

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Prone to This

I have been sick since Monday. Well, really, sick since Thursday, but I managed to live in denial until Monday at noon, and that’s the point when I couldn’t be in denial anymore. I was miserable. The sort of miserable … Continue reading

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(Not So) Smart

I packed last night, and I grabbed those nylons. They were off to the side in the drawer, and that told me that I had already worn them once and that there was a problem with them. Because I am … Continue reading

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Only Thursday?

I came home last night, so a day earlier than usual. I was getting things ready for my usual Friday and then I realized it’s only Thursday. A feeling of crushing defeat, I tell you. . . .

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Still Sick

All of us. We are hopeful that the cat will live, which is better than it looked yesterday.

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I Don’t Understand

My mother bought me an M&M watch. It’s green. With an M&M on the face. She thought I would like it. The aliens have come for my mother, haven’t they? A new cleaning service came in today. They took 3 … Continue reading

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The Nature of Truth

I am sitting here, sipping away on my bourbon and I am going to type this post for as long as I have, until my bath finishes running. When my bath finishes, I will hit post and be done with … Continue reading

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Choices

While I was cleaning out my FIL’s house I did a thing that I am still ill at ease about. On Otto’s kitchen table, off to the side, sort of covered in stuff ,was an electronic audio bible. It was … Continue reading

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You Can’t Make This Stuff Up. . .

In which Mrs. Spit laments the state of education in her fair city. Continue reading

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