So. We got another square grand piano. (Here is the first.) Somehow in my world, this is not really a big deal and what I’m actually writing about are the marble slabs that were also headed to the dump. But the piano is how we got there, so I guess requires some explanation.
While watching yet another stranger enter our home and cart off some of our belongings, Paul said – I finally figured it out: that bookcase is clogs. He is referencing a story that my parents love to tell: Shortly before I turned four years old, my parents took me into a shop where I saw(…)
I am aware that I am a person whose inner Self appears to skew towards frivolous lunatic… Today’s post will do nothing to alter that perception. Sometimes people wonder how Paul does not find this deeply aggravating, but that is the miracle of Self’s existence: Self is not contingent on anyone’s approval. Also, Self would(…)
Something is happening in my life that could mean one of two things: 1. My craziness is escalating. or 2. Elvis’s impending demise is driving me to seek excessively larger and more mentally-absorbing GFT’s* to experience a feeling other than panic and despair. (*Giant Fancy Thing) Either way, I have found something. And I cannot(…)
I had told Paul that the weekend after New Year’s would be dedicated to GETTING ORGANIZED… I do this periodically: announce that THIS will be the weekend I get my life under control. As with all my life-control projects, I was gangbusters at first. I began a frenzy of organizational malice and misdirection— creating a disaster(…)