December 2010
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six a.m.
Right now it is very dark outside and there is the jumbled noise coming out of three different radios: NPR at top volume from my mother’s alarm and other things at lower volumes in the kitchen and my father’s office. I was supposed to drive my mother to work so that I can use her car today. She has to be at work at eight, and my father woke me up at six. She works twenty minutes away....
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Merry Christmas
We are playing games around the dining room table. Peter wants to play cards for dollars but was shot down. My little cousins are very tall. Santa brought me the kind of cheese grater they have at the Olive Garden.
In other news, my grandma just declared Malort the worst thing she ever tasted.
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christmas eve day
This morning I woke up after three hours of sleep and watched a pair of foxes in the back yard. They were very large, for foxes, and moved through the underbrush slowly.
At the market I ran into Abby, and we bought eggs to take to Caroline’s. I want to talk about old friends and well done kitchen renovations and how much coffee I drank. Three cups of coffee does not make up for not enough...
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home for the holidays
Does anyone else have trouble functioning like a normal adult when you are staying at your parents’ house?
It is four in the morning, and I am sitting here thinking extensively about both how one day I will own a cat and whether or not I should go downstairs and get a snack.
I’m hungry, but the house is maybe too quiet for walking around. Despite the fact that I lived here for five...
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There is a car horn going off somewhere in the distance. I just got back from sitting at the Whirlaway with Monica. We talked about yarn and guns and sports. On Wednesday night we are going to cook a goose.
Often people make this mistake where they think Monica and I are dating. It makes sense, I guess. A few weeks ago we met a friend of a friend who asked a series of pointed questions trying to...
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come to the Whirlaway tonight!
There’ll be holiday snacks courtesy of Maria, and I’ll be hosting trivia at 8pm!
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the future
None of my kids know how to address an envelope.
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The picture I want to post right now in the spirit of GPOYW is one taken Monday morning of my grandma and I wearing fake poinsettia wreathes on our heads. The reason that I am not posting this picture is that my grandma is wise and yelled “don’t you dare put that on the internet!” seconds after the picture was snapped.
I want to tell you about everything: dragging my...