I’m up in New Hampshire. My grandmother, for the hour I saw her, flickered like a flame. She’d be herself, glowing and solicitous, but then a sentence later would falter and grope for a word, her face deflating a bit. She’s weak enough that I needed to spoon feed her the stew [...]
My grandmother’s not well, but she’s getting better.
As of a couple of weeks ago, the plan was that Kate and I would spend Thanksgiving as we did last year, up in Brooksville, Maine. We were going to scoop up my grandma Marzi on the way up from Boston, rendesvous with my uncle and cousin, [...]
Me and the rest of the Ops team from Upromise (and Bob Antia) were building a house inside a warehouse, using these massive chain-driven drills and grinders the size of bazookas. On a break, I went out for a walk and met a pair of kids, 5 and 3, in a swimming pool. [...]
I spent Saturday hanging out with Matt, after a solidly heartburn-inducing breakfast from a deli called Hymie’s, near Jen’s dad’s house. It’s funny how, having known someone as long as we have (Matt and I first met some 18 years ago, in 6th grade), that there’s very little compulsion to do BIG HEAVY DUTY [...]
in my dream, I was doing an impromptu concert with George Clinton, in front of a mixed audience of adults having dinner (a sort of club atmosphere) and high school students who’d bussed in for the show. Mr. Clinton (now, awake, it seems rude to call him George) was sitting at a piano, and [...]