Maxwell says that the thing that I am holding is my “gold stick” and that if I want to use it as a weapon I “can take off the top and hit someone with it.”… Read the rest
Category Archives: My So-Called Life
“Not damn it. I mean dam it, as in ‘Stop that water from flowing.’”
(Quotable Maxwell: “Can you guys stop with the dam jokes? It’s getting not funny.” We’ll be generous and assume he also meant dam and not damn.)… Read the rest
Last week, I had an evening when I was all What am I doing with my life?
Thinking this way has led me to some positive changes–new living situation, new job, trying to be a better human–but sometimes it’s counterproductive. It’s a fine line between a reasonable examination of one’s life and madness. Last week, I had a couple hours of madness, overwhelmed by doubt and all the choices I’ve made and have yet to make. Something I have learned is that the best thing I can do when I start feeling this way is to just do something–exercise, write … Read the rest
But that would be ignoring the fact that when the sun moved, I got up and moved to the other chair. Also, I did go for a run this morning. I didn’t start running thinking that I would be setting any land speed records (if I wanted to do that, I would have taken up a hobby that involves a vehicle), but all my runner friends’ excellent discipline often reminds me that I am not an athlete. Instead of paying attention to what I eat, say, or even tracking how far I run, I use running like an eraser. If … Read the rest
The picture’s blurry because I could not stop laughing. Also, there were three adults in there trying to take pictures at the same time, so there might have been some pushing, but you know you’re with good friends when you are all crammed into a bathroom laughing at something a fifth grader would find funny.… Read the rest
“I’m not testifying in court if she murders you.”
I’ll leave it to you to figure out who he was addressing and who was doing the potential murdering.… Read the rest
I needed more avocados and half-and-half, so I stopped by the new Wegmans again and learned some more about it:
1. They have taken away all the traffic directors, so it’s every woman for herself in that lot now.
2. There is a cashier that looks like Buster working there (which I can’t believe Anne hasn’t told me about), although I mean pre-hook-hand Buster.
3. The rooster above the coffee shop isn’t always out. It just comes out like a cuckoo bird on the hour and half-hour to accompany the crowing sound, which does not make this particular feature of … Read the rest
Not so long after I started working at HPL, I was talking to a potential vendor about some work I wanted done and how it fit into some of my long-term goals for the library, and he said, “You’re really ambitious.”
I said, “I think we’re understanding each other.”
I didn’t wind up hiring that guy for that job, but being understood every once in a while balances out the times I have to convince salesmen that I really am the person in charge even though I don’t fit their stereotype of librarian or person in charge. Sometimes I … Read the rest
If you’re one of those readers visiting watat from Mars, perhaps you don’t know that Wegmans opened up a new grocery store in my neighborhood a couple weeks ago. This store was front page news here on at least three separate occasions I can think of, and it currently has what amounts to a tourist problem because the suburbanites all want to come and make sure our Wegmans isn’t better than their Wegmans.
Obviously, our Wegmans is better.
I waited about a week to take my first trek to the new Wegmans. The first day I thought about going was … Read the rest