It must be clear by now that my ideas about how something is going to go before it happens rarely align with how it actually goes. Maybe someday I'll realize that myself. Tim wanted to watch Interstellar this weekend. He's a space-movie fan, someone who watches 2001 Space Odyssey every time it's on. When he... Continue Reading →
Now that Sophia is headed back to school, our preparations are in full swing for her next level of adulthood: living on her own in an apartment. When she lived in the dorms, she managed her world nicely. Except for the rib fracture she sustained in the spring necessitating my assistance, she handled all disability and... Continue Reading →
A couple of friends of mine are at the Billy Joel concert at Wrigley Field tonight. One of them posted an update saying they happened to be sitting behind the dumbest audience member in the place, someone who tried to join in the revelry by lighting up her phone's flashlight and holding the device above... Continue Reading →
I swooped into the backyard of the owner of the grapes and picked to my heart's content.
I'm no good at telling long jokes, partly because I forget some detail that makes it funny, but mostly because I am overcome with laughter before the punchline. I prefer short jokes (my favorite: a baby seal walks into a club. It's awful. Makes me laugh every time.) But there's one long joke I can... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 