A COVID vaccine with my name on it is due to be injected sometime in the next few weeks, and the wife and teenager should soon follow. As far as I can tell, that’s license for renewing our annual road trip this summer—a dream shared by a zillion other middle-class families in the country, so I imagine, but we’re going for it anyway. The interested parties (myself, my wife, the teenager) have been discussing the road
Many of you have asked about the health of Pawlie the Cat, whom (last we spoke) was suffering a heavily-abused tail. The good news is that the tail amputation was successful. Pawlie has now rejoined the household with no ill effect, and is back to his official duties of….well, whatever it is the cat does all day. None of you asked about the scrapped ash-gray T shirt that my wife had appropriated for a tail bandage. R
March 1, 2021 All I wanted was an empty cardboard box for holding firewood. We go through a lot of firewood, which means we go through a lot of cardboard boxes. But there it was, in a box by the edge of the dumpster, forgotten but not forlorn, hiding under some loose papers and a cardboard divider. There it was, a bottle of Modelo, a Mexican import, its gold tinsel wrapper still affixed on cap. Ice cold, too—because