My mother always says “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” If I wanted to disregard this advice, right about now I’d point out that the phrase and sentiment goes back a long ways and was said to greatest acclaim by Thumper’s mom in Bambi. However, pointing that out is tantamount [...]
Archive for May, 2009
Hair Today…Gone Tomorrow
May 28, 2009
Trash Talk
May 27, 2009
Last night was garbage eve at our house. Before you chortle, consider the similarities to Christmas Eve: Both involve having your home visited in a furtive manner by a large, unusual vehicle. Of course, one caller leaves things behind while the other takes things away. And, if your sanitation engineer claims to work with elves and travel [...]
Scrappy About Scrabble
May 26, 2009
This past Sunday, a raucous game of Scrabble broke out…all over the living room carpet. It involved the three boys plus mom. Our daughter was cleaning her room, a job which, frankly, makes the recent NASA mission to the Hubble Telescope seem like a game of hopscotch. I was seated in my throne-like chair ready to dispense [...]
Memorial Day Revisited
May 21, 2009
Over the last three years or so of this cyber-storytime, I’ve told the tale of my Uncle Pic every Memorial Day. It’s worth telling again, so here goes:
Several of my Mom’s brothers and sisters served during World War Two, including Uncle Pic. He carried the pain of his service the rest of his life but never [...]
Trying To Chirrup
May 20, 2009
On the coffee table in our living room I have three well-thumbed reference books: an encyclopedia of television shows, an almanac and a dictionary. You never know when you’ll need to look up the first TV show called Friends, from 1979, starring Karen Morrow or find out how old Orson Bean is or try to figure out [...]
