Monthly Archives: February 2005

More observations to fascinate you 1. It was raining a lot recently, and apart from the usual assortment of impromptu rain gear on the street — Hefty bag jackets, dry cleaner bag space helmets — I also saw a woman … Continue reading →

Making good on my threat to turn this into a knitting blog: Three years in the making. Three years because I’d abandon it for months at a time, especially hot months wherein the ugly prospect of spending an afternoon with … Continue reading →

The other night Jack rented Shaun of the Dead. And since we’re bad with the rentals and keeping them too long and my wallet just hemorrhages late fees (please don’t tell me about Netflix: I know), it had been hanging … Continue reading →

This morning I went to the dentist’s office. I went up to reception and said, “Hi! I have a 10:30 cleaning.” The woman looked at her schedule, and then she looked at her computer, and then she looked at me. … Continue reading →

About a month ago I started bugging Jack: “Let’s go to the Grammys.” All he had to do was make a phone call. Jack’s stepmom’s sister’s husband, Pierre, has produced the Grammys since the war of 1812, but this was … Continue reading →

Here are some people looking at jellyfish at the Monterey Aquarium.

Day Nine of Not Drinking I was going to treat you to a roundup of my favorite nonalcoholic beers, but I decided not to because they all kind of suck. The one made by Guinness is probably the best. Also, … Continue reading →

And now we enter the phase wherein our needs are charmingly specific. Two Christmases ago one of Jackson’s many grandmothers sent me a small down-filled lap robe as a gift. It’s about four feet square and it’s white with tiny … Continue reading →

Because we mustn’t let a beaten horse lie A dad’s funny, smart take on parent blogs: “I mean, I didn’t set out to nauseate anyone here.” Also a winner: “When we reveal the things we are supposed to keep hidden; … Continue reading →

Day 1 of Not Drinking Slept great. Was afraid I wouldn’t sleep at all, after years of laboring under the misperception that I must be knocked out cold by cheap wine every night. Woke up after dreaming I’d had another … Continue reading →