Family commitments trump commitments to friends. I know that. It’s still a bummer when they directly collide, as in the case of a family wedding and a reunion of much-beloved friends being scheduled two timezones apart on the same weekend.
Kate says that we should name them “Gertrude” and “Murgatroyd.”
It’s just before work time on a Tuesday morning. The trees outside my office window are just starting to turn to fall colors, and the whole scene is hazy with what remains of a thick, dense fog bank. (Our shower radio assured me that it would burn off quickly and that the rest [...]
Kate and I took Friday and Monday off and spent the long weekend helping my folks move most of my grandmother’s stuff (as well as my grandmother, temporarily) up to the family compound in Maine. Packing up the pickup truck on Friday proved a hot, sunburning kind of task, and banging my healing finger [...]
In 1986 my brother named him Elroy, this black and grey tabby kitten with the pumpkin-colored belly. Like most kittens, he moved at a skittering, tumbling, run on his sprints around the house, not entirely unlike Elroy “Crazylegs” Hirsch had moved on the football field. Always a rascal, always aware enough of the [...]