The last time I housesat for someone, I ended up staring down a chicken who proved more adept than me at slipping out the gate of the coop. I think I should have sensed at that point that it wasn't just the chicken; ridiculousness, rather, follows meAllow me to explain. I am housesitting again, this time for my choir director. I've spent the last ( Read more... )

I'm taking an acting class at a nearby theatre that has a conservatory associated with it. It's the same theatre where I saw The History Boys last spring, which in and of itself explains my drive to return to it every week. Anyway, we're starting the semester with pantomimes that engage one of the five senses. Each person gets up, performs their ( Read more... )

CrrrRRRch c-c-crrrrRRRch turned out to be grass bending beneath the edge of the tent and the weight of some curious, persistent, unbelievably large but ultimately harmless crickets. I slept out in the backyard last night. Went through the trouble of pitching a tent and everything just to wake up in crisp air and sunlight.

Eeh-eh-eh mm-mm-mm-MM ( Read more... )

I'm in my bedroom, searching for an address for a belated postcard. A few minutes ago, my mother came to the door and asked, "May I give you an appetizer?" Grinning at the sense of formality that dictates my mother must first ask if she may offer you food, then ask if you would like the food, and only then give you the food, I accepted a slice of ( Read more... )

I gathered my things onto my bed and managed to squeeze my body onto the mattress to cuddle with Maurice and the enormous backpack while the hostel bedroom was being cleaned. Distracted from Forster for a moment, I overheard the two young men who were changing the sheets in the throes of a conversation so emblematic of traveling here, where we ( Read more... )