Things have been a little touch-and-go here lately. I realize on this mid-February Thursday afternoon as I sit in my therapy office that my homefolks are at this very moment huddled in their living rooms watching big fat snowflakes fall in torrents and pile up & up & up on lawns and streets and trees and driveways. This isn’t the first big snowstorm of the winter they’ve had to endure, and I bet some of them are getting pretty tired of it. I know I would be. Continue reading
I Don’t Even Like Soup
A Friday morning in late January.
Last night we had what passes for a winter storm in central Texas. By the time I left work at 7:15, the day’s misty drizzle was meeting up with the 29-degree air and sticking to things such as sidewalks and windshields. Continue reading
What We Ate
In no time after my arrival at Mary’s house, her dining room table is thrown into chaos: books, projects, magazines, maps, electronics, and beach necessities gather there, ready for any direction we might take. Receipts pile up and rows of quarters are neatly arranged, ready for the parking meters. Because we both love good food, we spend a fair amount of time talking about what we’ll eat next. This way we can plan our daily excursions with one eye on sources of foodstuffs. Continue reading
The realization of a radical truth takes place in many ways, but often it seems like a surprise: You didn’t know something and then, all at once, you know it. This happened to me just the other night. I stepped out, late, to accompany Travis on his last potty of the day, and it was hot. Really hot. Not the romantic, Greek-isle-sexy-breezes kind of night, but hot. Once it’s still 90 degrees and over after 10 p.m., you know without a doubt summer’s arrived. Continue reading