My jailers redeemed themselves yesterday . . . sort of. We are in Day Nine of the poverty — paychecks have come in but not cleared, so the money is tantalizing me from the “pending” section of the bank account all weekend. Nevertheless, groceries we need, and groceries we shall have, and the credit card shall…
Category: Jack
Coda
I got home from Pittsburgh – a 12 hour trip overall, given a long wait time at the airport (not many flights to Mobile) during which I billed some much needed hours. My back is killing me from the plane. We bolted down a quick dinner and then the husband rushed out the door to…
Thirty Five
I turned thirty five over Labor Day weekend. We traveled up north to watch the home team play the first college football game of the season, and it was epic in both good ways and bad: BAD: The husband was out of town, so getting out was an Endeavor. After staying up late finishing…
Fishin’, and Other Diversions
In about a week, I will be an age that rhymes with schmirty schmive. I am way too old to love my birthday but I still do. I occasionally feel anxious about mortality, an aging body and its attendant aches and pains, and I definitely tug at the loose skin around my neck and arms…
Tex and His Brothers
The very silly nickname of Tex has started growing on us. No matter what this kid’s name ends up being, I have a feeling he’s going to go by “Tex.” I’m already imagining his little personality, one that fits that name. I have a feeling that though this little boy will have very few…