Monthly Archives: September 2010
She’s Just Pieces Of Me
On Your Nose And Eyelashes
1. Hi, Madonna. You’re looking a little …blue;
2. Why do I know this song and this voice?
Who Should Know Better Than That
Your eyes do not deceive you: Pete and I rode our bikes on the bike path around Sandy Hook on a pleasant day, and the air was indeed blue. A week of storms approaches; the cloud cover kept the air cool and moist and perfect for a ten-mile ride. As we were leaving, what appeared to be an accidental convention of people walked oddly large and exceedingly happy poodles onto the beach. Later, we had plates of fried seafood on a pier because you have to do that.
Order Is Never Found
Shorter Mean Girls: Susie Madrak is a slut! Athenae will never be popular! Oblomova for prom queen!
With Rules To Be Applied
Read this. Later, there’ll be a quiz.
A Crowd That Has A Name
Cartwheels Turn To Car Wheels
Tonight, a herd of volunteers turned up to work for the food pantry – and thank Vishnu. There was a whole lot of work to do, a new coordinator and a stranger who decided to tell me what to do. I put down my holey double bag of USDA items and found something else to do. She was not the boss of me! Plus: her wife could’ve dropped me like a bad habit. But everything turned out okay, dozens of bags were prepared and stacked neatly in bins and the shelves were neatly stocked. Every task was completed with an almost balletic precision. Then someone opened a donation bag filled with socks. We all stared for a bit, then tied them up for donation to the church thrift store because they were socks and almost no one eats those.