Through the Looking Glass, pt. 2

Where did I leave off? Oh yeah . . . that pie . . . Well, my sister and I have a habit of sending each other recipes.  A few years ago, we were in the midst of a conversation and I mentioned that I have two African-American cookbooks, but neither were modern.  In fact,…

Butting In

I awoke this morning to a rather hostile text. You see, three weeks ago, I began following a blogger (whom I won’t identify).  I have no clue how our paths intersected, but I know that what caught my attention were the photographs she posted on her page.  I tend to like moody or emotionally charged…

Into the Beast

I finally made the trip to IKEA.   Yep, after years of wanting to go, I finally did it, and I’m still trying to process what I saw.  You could say that this was like Dante’s Inferno, in the sense that what should have been a simple trip turned into something more complex and life-altering. …

A Mystery Solved

In the time since my last missive, some resolution has been achieved. Much like an episode of Poirot, a long and baffling mystery has now come to an end. Tangent time:  I like Poirot – or at least, the version created by David Suchet.  I’ve only read a few of the Poirot stories, but it’s…

Another Day, Another 78.5 Cents

I’m supposed to be writing a report right now, but I’m not interested in doing it.  That should be no surprise; my motivation for just about anything has sunk to such low levels that I might need two life-times for it to come back far enough for me to break even.  I don’t know what’s…

Working at Work

Have you ever worked with someone who was so frustrating that it actually caused you to question whether or not it was worth keeping your job? I have. Twice, in fact. It’s not a good feeling; rather, it’s downright destructive. The first time it happened, I nearly had a heart attack. Imagine being 25 years…

Spring!

Spring has arrived.  I know this because my neighbor’s daughter is back in the area, and honestly, I couldn’t be more happy.  I mean, who doesn’t enjoy waking up to the melodious sounds of a teenager who likes to scream at the top of her lungs whenever she opens her mouth?  It means that we’ll…

Blood on the Highway

I’m strongly considering retitling this blog to something like Blood on the Highway, as it seems that most of my recent adventures have all been centered around my favorite chore:  Driving. In the near-month since my last post (I’ve been busier than usual), I have nearly been hit at least four times, nearly hit someone…

Candy, Cars, and Carrying On

I’ve developed an odd fixation as of late – and it’s just so . . . weird. I’ve been craving (and devouring) Hershey’s Mr. Goodbars like there’s no tomorrow.  I’m not kidding – this is a candy that, before last month, I’d probably had ten Mr. Goodbars total in the last decade (if not longer). …

A Better Person

My soul aches. I know that’s melodramatic, but honestly, I can’t think of any other way to describe it.  My soul aches because I’m tired.  I used to listen to older people say that when I was a child.  They’d have this look of desperation or resignation on their faces, and they’d declare their pain. …

The Story Thus Far

Due to the abundance of available holiday chocolate, I am experiencing yet another one of my “Oh, Please Kill Me and End This” headaches.  I didn’t realize how much sugar I’d been downing until the other day, when I happened to take a peek at my garbage bin.  It’s a dry bin, meaning that it’s…

And . . . It Begins

Happy 2018! When I awoke this morning, it was -1ºF.  I closed my eyes for a few extra minutes and checked again. It was now -3ºF. I didn’t know that something like that could happen.  I mean, as the day goes on, it’s supposed to get warmer, right?  If this is any indication of what…