Life Imitating Art?

Posted by on May 15, 2009 in dish | 0 comments Okay, this is freaky. The other day, I was cleaning out my storage room at school, and one of the charms on my bracelet (the bagpipe) got caught in the large spiral binding of a book. Pull, pop, the bagpipe goes flying, and my bracelet ends up in two pieces. After some choice vocabulary words that will not be on my students’ next test, I scooped it all into an envelope and took it to my...
read more

This Is Why Banks Are in Trouble

Posted by on Mar 10, 2009 in dish | 0 comments I’m currently at war with one of my credit card companies. A few months ago, they decided to jack up my interest rate from a reasonable 7.9% to a just-this-side-of-outrageous 19.9%. Since my payments are withdrawn automatically, I didn’t know anything about the switch until I got a special note telling me my payment was late. Hmm. So I check the statement, and sure enough, I’m...
read more

Ennui

Posted by on Nov 7, 2008 in dish | 1 comment One of our Canadian friends sent me a link to a touching children’s book, so of course I had to visit. True to form, Mr. Sarcasm had directed me to an online version of Edward Gorey’s The Gashlycrumb Tinies, an abecedarium only a Goth could love. It’s also one of my sister’s favorite books–she’s an Eeyore anyway, so I’d bought her a copy for Christmas...
read more

Lightfingers

Posted by on Sep 13, 2008 in dish | 1 comment One thing owning a convertible teaches you is to put things away. Lock them in the trunk, take them with you, whatever, but put ’em away. Especially if you park with the roof down.I’m pretty good about putting things up when I leave the top down. But there are some things I just don’t worry about, like my parking tag, the flower in my vase (Inga is a Beetle, after all), and my...
read more

Big Yellow…Taxi?

Posted by on Aug 26, 2008 in dish | 2 comments Yesterday, DH broke down and bought Frick a cellphone. I’ve been anti-phone, mostly because this is a kid who can’t find his own shoes half the time, and also because, well, he can’t find his own shoes half the time. I wasn’t too keen on having him have to keep up with a phone. Plus, he loses his natural mind around electronics, so I had these nightmare visions of phones...
read more