Still furious and raging over last night's mugging. I tell the story a few more times to family members and whatnot, keeping the embellishments to a minimum.
The cat refuses to take to her new litter, and has taken to peeing under the coffee table. We argue about it, but she's so old I hardly have the heart to be too stern with her.
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Jun 18, 2008
Jun 2, 2008
6-2-08 Fathers and Sons
On the subway, the father stands, the son sits. Father says something quietly to the son, and son looks at father from under his bangs with that easy contempt that comes with adolescence, shakes his head as if he is sorry that his father, who helped bring him into the world, is such an unbelievable idiot.
Son opens his sausage bagel sandwich (no egg, no cheese, I can see the ordering process – Father: “You just want sausage? No egg? No cheese?” Son: “Daa-hd! Yes! God!”) and proceeds to deliberately separate the halves that are almost, but not quite completely, cut. His hands are small and delicate, and his father quietly watches, visibly restraining himself from reaching down and doing it for him as his son fumbles, drops half, picks it up, begins again.
Son opens his sausage bagel sandwich (no egg, no cheese, I can see the ordering process – Father: “You just want sausage? No egg? No cheese?” Son: “Daa-hd! Yes! God!”) and proceeds to deliberately separate the halves that are almost, but not quite completely, cut. His hands are small and delicate, and his father quietly watches, visibly restraining himself from reaching down and doing it for him as his son fumbles, drops half, picks it up, begins again.
Dec 24, 2007
12-23-07 Mama wants a gun
My mom is thinking about buying a gun, because she's getting older and wants to feel "safe". She and my sister Dawn have a few semi-heated discussions about the matter, with neither really changing their position at all.
Finally, after one of these discussions, my mom says, "Well, I promise not to shoot your father, does that make you feel better?"
"Oh," Dawn says, "you don't have to promise that."
Finally, after one of these discussions, my mom says, "Well, I promise not to shoot your father, does that make you feel better?"
"Oh," Dawn says, "you don't have to promise that."
Dec 19, 2007
12-19-07 flying
Fled the city like it was on fire. An early morning and a long day without food, which seemed to increase my sense of everything being filled with "meaning" and "portent". As we flew over the Rockies, the rivers and dams gleamed in the sunlight like they were made of gold.
A ridiculously attractive couple sat in front of me on the plane, and I wondered if people like that actually have to ride in coach, or if they were normally shepherded in to first class, and these guys were just slumming.
A ridiculously attractive couple sat in front of me on the plane, and I wondered if people like that actually have to ride in coach, or if they were normally shepherded in to first class, and these guys were just slumming.
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