Wisdom and whimsy in moderate doses
I was a huge nerd as a kid. It’s my mom’s fault. When I was in the fourth grade, our TV stopped working. There was sound, but no picture. We didn’t watch a lot of TV anyway — whatever the rabbit ears could pick up. Cartoons on Saturday morning. “3-2-1 Contact” after school. Maybe the… Continue reading Books and Bratz
I went to my mother’s over the weekend. There’s something I always forget about staying there: You have to be prepared to sleep with one — maybe two — 80-pound dog. And you don’t know how lovable a Rottweiler is until she wants to snuggle.
Over the weekend, I went with my mother back to north central Missouri to go through more stuff in my grandmother’s house. (This time, no word of warning about gun-cleaning at the hotel. But someone had pulled the battery out and very carefully propped it on top of the smoke detector.) On Saturday, they decided… Continue reading More family squabbling
Almost two weeks ago when Mom and I were in north-central Missouri, my mother and her siblings came across several photos in the course of attempting to go through some of my grandmother’s stuff. The photos were thrown in a shoe box — one of the things they were going to deliberate and go through… Continue reading Picture perfect? Not quite.
It’s time to put all of my nerdiness on the table: I collect coins. I don’t have anything valuable, but they interest me. So it’s a 20-lb. box that gets moved every year or so. Last weekend I went with my mother to north central Missouri so she, her sister and her brother could start… Continue reading What a difference a penny makes