Archive for January, 2007
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
How things happen in January
I generally try not to get my hair cut in January, because it has never worked out for me.
This is because January–well, it’s one of the Dissatisfaction Months, especially toward the end of the month when it’s just been too cold for too long. It is easy to mistake Sick of Winter with Sick […]
3 Comments » - Posted in real life, self-improvement, writing by sandi
Monday, January 29th, 2007
Talking to the young
We forget, sometimes, that they haven’t always been around–those people who take up so much space in the world and for whom most television commercials make sense.
We forget that we have lived through things of which they have no idea.
And that’s why it’s useful when somebody at Beloit College takes the time every year to […]
1 Comment » - Posted in kids, real life by sandi
Thursday, January 25th, 2007
The best pot roast in the world
No, not the world. The universe. This is the best pot roast in the universe.
At first I hesitated to talk about my pot roast here in the cybersphere. Like most of the people I know, I can be made to feel guilty about eating…well, meat. And beef in particular.
But when it is going to be […]
3 Comments » - Posted in cooking by sandi
Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007
Okay, so it snowed
I am proud to say that we have one-thirty-secondths of an inch of snow in our driveway—finally! So it was not a total waste of time to put snow tires on our car this year.
It’s even a little bit cold outside. Not like winter cold, you understand. Not like our usual January bone-chilling cold that makes […]
2 Comments » - Posted in friendship, weather by sandi
Sunday, January 21st, 2007
Grief counseling, computer division
I think I may have reached an important milestone in working through my personal grief over my deceased computer.
My deceased computer, I might add, that is ONLY TWO YEARS AND FOUR MONTHS OLD and should not have died because nothing bad ever happened to it, unlike the time I killed another laptop computer by forgetting to […]
4 Comments » - Posted in Meta, inanimate objects by sandi
Friday, January 19th, 2007
Dogs who write fiction
Well, once again I am thinking about dogs. It may be that I am in a Dog Period of Life.
This is Shep, my friend Leslie’s dog–and as you can see, he’s an aspiring writer. I was over at her house one day, working on my novel on her wonderful screened porch. (This […]
4 Comments » - Posted in dog, writing by sandi
Thursday, January 18th, 2007
Old dogs and new beds
Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?
This is Jordie, who is 11 1/2 years old–which means that he doesn’t want to hear much about anything new in the world. Frankly, he’s got enough responsibility to deal with just handling his rather demanding snowman doll, the occasional Kleenex that needs rescuing out of […]
3 Comments » - Posted in dog by sandi
Wednesday, January 17th, 2007
"She’s out of estrogen…and she has a gun"
The New Year isn’t even three weeks old, and already a lot of people are fed up with it.
Let’s face it. We are an anxious, exhausted people, made worse by the fact that there is a war lingering on and a winter that isn’t quite a winter, and so you can’t quite feel good about the […]
1 Comment » - Posted in baby boomers, dog, friendship, getting older by sandi
Monday, January 15th, 2007
At least my CDs smell good
I was all set to have myself the kind of writerly day that would make up for so many indiscretions–and there have been many. Hot baths that took so long they ended up using two entire hot water tanks full of water. Unplanned trips to the movies “to remind myself how plot rhythms are supposed to […]
5 Comments » - Posted in inanimate objects, real life, writing by sandi
Saturday, January 13th, 2007
Going to college, part 2
Well, today we packed up Stephanie and took her back to college. Unlike when she left in August, this time it took her only about a half-hour to pack. She was like a well-oiled machine, hoovering up all all the cosmetics on the bathroom counter, scooping up her DVDs and CDs and Christmas presents, folding her […]