My Allie, my sweet tortoiseshell of love, is missing FOUND! . Last seen on Lakeside Avenue. (See update here.)
If you see her, please email me at vmarinelli@gmail.com. (You can put “cat” in subject line, and it will automatically forward as a text message to my phone, so I’ll be able to respond quickly). Or, of [...]
Earlier this evening, as we were driving home from a visit to my in-laws, I thought it would be funny if I posted this pathetic but true-to-life tip on Twitter:
Lifehack: Can’t afford repairs needed to pass inspection? Make sure you have washer fluid. Pass cop, wash windshield, sticker date obscured!
Within about ten minutes of sending [...]
Last night, the second we’ve spent at the rental next door (we have until mid-month to give up the keys to this one), I had a fairly unnerving experience. I was cold, and my extra-warm comforter that has seen me through more than a decade of love and trauma was in the dryer. Probably, I’d [...]
Found in the farthest corner my underwear drawer, amid the ruins of the recently excavated bedroom (as we’ve been in the process of moving to the more-spacious rental next door): my shirt from Olympia, Washington’s first ever Queer Pride march (of which I was a primary organizer) in 1991. We put the damn thing together [...]
Yesterday, the ever snarkful (& smart, so, what - can I now invent ’smarkful’ in addition to ’snarkful,’ also not an actual word?) Simon Goetz offered the following, um, pearl of wisdom with regard to incipient Fourth of July celebrations:
Guys are prematurely shooting their colorful loads of Freedom all over the sky’s face. It’s scary [...]
So, as I have griped previously (no surprise that it should be in a post concerning a specific book), we are moving. Yes, it is only to the house next door (same landlord, has a bit more space, better insulation, etc.), but damn is it ever stressful right now. Particularly for me as I try [...]