Sunday, September 14, 2008
“You’re holding up the garage with car jacks?” Our neighbor (the female, college-teacher one, not the handyman one) laughed, hand over her mouth, as she walked up the driveway, dodging power tools, weed whackers, workbenches, bicycles, rusty paint cans and other soiled and seldom-seen or used accoutrement or modern homeownership, like a tailback weaving untouched [...]
Monday, September 8, 2008
In real estate industry parlance, our garage is referred to as a “tear-down.” At some indeterminate time in the past, tree roots pushed the center of the concrete floor upwards, and now I keep thinking an alien is about to pop out. It looks just like Sigorney Weaver’s stomach right before the monster breaks the skin. The roots’ upward [...]
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Although I’m a firm believer that you gotta friggin’ post if you want anyone to read your blog, I’ve been struggling with the muse since we returned from Europe. I guess there’s a heck of a lot more to occupy my mind at home than there was on our bike trip, where we had about [...]
Thursday, August 14, 2008
We’re back from Europe, and now my pooping schedule is off. I’ve been pondering this pretty obsessively, and I’ve come up with two possible reasons for the problem. First, considering that Budapest is nine hours ahead of Seattle, my bowels may be under the false impression that it is now 6pm, not 9am. Alternatively, my stomach [...]