We buried Rocky a few hours ago.

Ed wasn't home at the time, so he broke out the akpeteshie and the three of us just poured a little over his grave and raised a toast.

Five minutes later I could feel my eyeballs dehydrating, so I had some dinner.

Many worse things are happening right know to people I know. Also, many better things, as Macalester's Summer of Matrimony grinds inexoribly towards its conclusion.

Nonetheless, ( our cat has been gone for three days. )

Tuesday, Oct 16th:

Alyssa and I struggled up crowded stairs on our way out of the museum. People behind us wrestled with luggage in a scene typical of airport stress. Across a suspended walkway, a few steps lead down to the mezzanine cafe through which we'd entered. ( Ominous Desert Flowers )

Thursday, July 6th:

I chatted with Sara (an associate from work) on a date... or maybe about a date.... I felt a bit awkward, but it was still pleasant. She left the [diner] and walked with her boyfriend down a snowy sidewalk in the dimness of residential street lights. I drove slowly through the unfamiliar neighborhood, looking for the street on ( Read more... )

Tuesday, Feb. 7th:

I cleaned up a present Rocky (the cat) left in the middle of our bedroom floor. Alyssa sat in the bed and talked to me while I cleaned, but I couldn't quite follow her. She was telling me to do something in case of rain, because something would streak if I didn't.

Big Bird waddled into the center of the ring, keen on ( revenge )

Sunday morning I dreamed that Buffy Summers--renowned Slayer and former cheerleader--was at my parent's old house in Eau Claire ( Read more... )