Nothing I attempted to write tonight was worth reading and I considered going to bed without posting at all before deciding to keep myself honest. The reason I’m exhausted is fairly stupid: we got a new string trimmer. What (very) minimal setup it required — the video tutorial runs about 90 seconds — was embarrassingly […]
This is the second of what will be a three-part series; here’s part one. It might seem strange if your family is free of financial comparisons and resentments (assuming such families exist), and I understand it might not be too relatable at the moment, but it provides context for part three. If I had a
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If you saw the title of this post and immediately heard Barbra Streisand’s bit-by-bits and piece-by-pieces, you should know that’s also what I thought of while gently assembling the potato truck earlier to verify everything fit.* The alignment is imperfect since it was photographed sans chassis (and glue), but I’d say it looks pretty nice
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Since I’m short on time tonight, let’s resolve last week’s cliffhanger about the bubble-wrapped items that arrived in a box marked ‘fragile.’ Most of those bundles have been opened and as you can see, turning this into a not entirely horrible approximation of the potato truck from “Angels in Chains” will take quite an effort
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Today, for the second time in a week, I was ‘on’ more often than not, so Crankenstein suggested we open a LEGO kit and get crackin’.* The one we selected has too many tiny delicate parts for me to construct it solo, but together we assembled two of its six bags of parts — comprising
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It’ll be a long night here, as Crankenstein requested we watch part two of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. I couldn’t tell you its running time (naturally, she’s partial to the extended edition), but even if it was only 90 minutes it would feel like six hours, just as part one did
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At today’s rheumatology checkup, which I nearly missed due to misplaced certainty that it was scheduled for early next Tuesday morning, the doctor asked how I’ve been doing.* I confessed that my left SI joint was bothering the hell out of me but declined a steroid injection, telling her I probably caused the problem myself
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Debt is bondage, and not the fun kind, so I’ve always despised it. Most of my adult life was spent assiduously avoiding it, even when that meant making choices that seemed unpalatable to my peers, like using Tracfones that couldn’t browse the Internet or brown-bagging lunch every day for years on end. Lucinda Williams, the
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“Who’s JoAnn Willette?” Crankenstein asked about an hour ago, glancing at my laptop screen. “Connie Lubbock,” I started to answer, then caught myself — that name wouldn’t ring a bell, either. Despite its religious setting, she never watched Just the Ten of Us as a kid, but it was one of the shows Felix and
With a title like this I should probably write something sweeping and poignant about current challenges and how little of myself I sometimes recognize in my own existence. But I think that would be premature and needlessly dramatic, because some of what’s been nagging at me lately could be due to medication problems caused by