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
There are professional lectures of Crankenstein’s I could deliver in my sleep, so often has she rehearsed them with me. My responsibilities range from timing her to critiquing her performance or double-checking the slides for errors, and I usually try to anticipate the questions — from the inane to the adversarial — she might field
It seems appropriate that Mother’s Day coincided with the anniversary of Muriel’s adoption this year, seeing as she’s probably the closest Crankenstein and I will ever get to having a child. One of the first things I learned about her, even before the shelter’s coordinator put me in touch with her foster mom, was that
This afternoon, with some trepidation, I checked my texts, DMs and a couple of email inboxes, looking for unanswered (and often unopened) messages that have accumulated over the past few days. It’s become a familiar pattern recently: I don’t really want to talk much with family or friends. Nor do I want to grocery shop
Holy mackerel, I mostly slept last night! Despite a completely irrational fear of jinxing tonight’s prospects by acknowledging it, I felt obligated to share this momentous development after all my endless complaining here about sleep over the past 12 months. If I can keep this streak going for, say, a week, we’ll have to come
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Here’s the conversation Crankenstein and I had about The American Look earlier this week, along with a discussion guide for anyone who wants to skip around: Unfortunately, I had to delete about 60 seconds of additional Angels talk that Muriel disrupted. In it we referenced Police Woman’s rampant sexism (which Crankenstein wants me to write
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