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Kneediness
A while ago, before I folded and made a doctor’s appointment for my sad, too-young-to-be-this-ouchy knees and was simply hobbling about making do, I advised a young co-worker, using up absolutely all of the old-people-speak at my disposal: “You don’t … Continue reading
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What’s with the toaster?
Do you ever find yourself in a situation where you just don’t quite know what to do with something? Your carefully prepared, unconscious system of cubbyhole filing is at a loss and you can only think, “heh?” Recent examples of this phenomenon … Continue reading
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It’s not easy being green
Back in the days when there was an iron curtain, it used to be that you could find unusual soft drinks behind it. A visit to then-Yugoslavia would see the limited-language traveler considering an innocuous looking purple beverage whose label she … Continue reading
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Supermarche
This afternoon I spent half an hour in a crowded supermarket taking a cell phone call from my mom’s doctor. Did you know that the quietest place in a busy supermarket is the condom aisle? I have trouble hearing properly … Continue reading
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I Love you, Eustace Tilley!
Since my mom took a spill last week, we’ve been spending a fair amount of time in doctors’ waiting rooms, catching up on the latest in periodical literature. For the rugged awaiting x-ray, there’s Outdoor Life, from the pages of … Continue reading
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Veni Mani Pedi
Today I trimmed the dog’s nails. The dog is 90 pounds, and he does not like having his nails cut. With frequent breaks for treats and chase-the-ball (not to be confused with fetch – the rules of chase-the-ball specify that the person throw or … Continue reading
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The benefits of being nearsighted
This morning on my way to work, I spotted two preppy, sporty-looking ladies walking with a golden retriever. This immediately prejudiced me in their favor because, you know – goldens are maybe not quite as cute as those paragons of … Continue reading
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Fashion Bridges Cultures, Staves off Hypothermia
My latest bright idea: The Down Burqa! You take the full, Afghan chadri (you know, the kind of burqa that just has a little, net opening to see out of – basically, a tent that your feet stick out the … Continue reading
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In These Shoes?
We’ve had a lot of snow this year. As a result, my already backward fashion sense has sunk to new lows. I have discovered that I can wear four layers of clothing to work and be perfectly comfortable. “Aren’t you … Continue reading
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Squirrel on a Wire
I work in a very old building, at least by American standards. It’s pre-civil war. There was a catastrophic fire in our little town long, long ago, and a local philanthropist offered to (if I have this right) Roof People’s … Continue reading
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