Life is improving ever so slowly, and my situation is looking up. For one, I am not unemployed, and for two, I still have my health (with all the usual and manageable quirks). And for three, I am still young, though approaching a significant number. But it's strange; I weathered all of the little failures and disappointments, the mounting debt, ( Read more... )

I'm of that age now where friends and family are getting married, or engaged, or even possibly skipping the engagement part and going straight to the wedding part; these things all end in the same joyful union and legal documentation. And the babies, yes, first and second and even third bundles of new life almost everywhere. It's not really that ( Read more... )

Although the word was applied to me as a child, I have come to dread the precocious among us. Often, they are up to no good, and many other times, bad things happen because they may lack common sense. You know:


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"But for all the potential tales of woe that they suggest, scars are also signposts of optimism. If your body is game enough to knit itself back together after a hard physical lesson, to make scar tissue, that means you're still alive, means you're on the path toward healing." --Dana Jennings

And, of course, chicks dig 'em.

An older woman (certainly not elderly, but a very spry 77 years old, so she said) at work last night told me, among other things, that the new digital cable converter box thingies that one must now have to watch American TV are being used to spy on us. Her description sounded like that of the RF receiver, which she said was actually a camera that ( Read more... )

Still here, still breathing, still waiting. I end up on Facebook far more often because the self-imposed requirements for posting are much less: a line or two about where I am, what I'm doing, nothing more. Easier. But I'm more guarded there too, in a way, wandering as I am through a few family members, a few real friends, a handful from grad ( Read more... )

Résumé, by Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
rivers are damp;
acids stain you;
and drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
nooses give;
gas smells awful;
you might as well live.

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Just like little orphan Annie said, the sun'll come out tomorrow (and tomorrow, and tomorrow).

I've always found true idleness unsettling, a sort of vacuum that pulls out the worst in me, so I generally have something to do, some project in process that saves me from Too-Much-Thinking (for me, a monolithic bad thing). I've known how to knit and crochet for nearly 10 years now
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For some reason I keep thinking about Hamlet's most famous soliloquy[1]. Perhaps independently, I've recently had "Leather and Lace"[2] running through my head. And I've had repeated nightmares about being unprepared for large end-of-course projects and tests. Your guess is as good as mine.

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[1]: William Shakespeare, from Hamlet 3/1 ( Read more... )

For many reasons, I look forward to becoming an old woman, especially if I can age thusly:


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