Kangatopia

Thanks, John, for installing spellcheck. It was really nice of you to do this.

I have to say that I have really wonderful friends. Friends who are much smarter than me, and who graciously put up with me when I get all morose and depressed and obsessed with the idea that I am destined to spend my life without adult partnership, love, romance, whatever. With their kindnesses [...]

Right. Well. Instead of staying in and getting trashed while eyeing up the college boys who live across from me, I had a date. And you know, it went really well. I know I said I was going to stop looking for romantic love, but this kind of came up unexpectedly. [...]

I have asked for and been given a respite for tonight. The plan is to spend an hour with the kids after work, and then go home and clean. Their father is graciously taking them for me, so that I may catch up on things that have gone undone. Isn’t that wonderful? [...]

Shit. I just realized that there is no c in moniker.

At what point do I need to be careful about what I write here? I haven’t given too many details about the break-up with Monickerless, mostly because I really don’t want to write about it. So, I’ve been dealing with it in other ways.
While I was hanging out on the beaches of South [...]

I know, I know. One day I will look back on these days and remember them so happily.
We bathed the dog today. Poor Sammy’s last bath has been so long past that we couldn’t really tell if she was black because she’s a black lab or because the dirt is embedded [...]

I am back from the beach!! And God, am I busy. I took an extra vacation day just to wash the sand and salt water out of my clothes. I have 3 billion emails, and a recently drowned work ethic. I thought this break would bring back the happy, smiling, I’ll [...]

It appears that Winston is definitely a lefty. We’ve been keeping a close eye on her, and she’s been favoring her left hand to scribble in library books, on the walls and scratch her diaper. She is also becoming quite adept at pushing her sister away whenever she wants to assert her desires. [...]

I have a hiding space in my parent’s house. The house is filled with things, the accumulation of 30 years and a parade of offspring, but it’s not a place where one can find a place to hide and remain hidden. I guess this hiding space works so well because it’s unexpected. [...]