The Reluctant Grownup – Page 323 – Growing old gracelessly.

Addendum

I think the wee imp is doing calisthenics today. Or, possibly, he has been replaced by a school of large, frantically swimming fish. Who aren’t synchronized. I had some Hershey’s toffee…

December 12, 2007

Holidays and Celebrations, Like a Horse and Carriage

The End

We walked up to the door of our reception, and I started asking around after my family. “Where’s my sister?” I asked – I was really concerned that she be…

December 1, 2006

Categorizing Things is Overrated

Jack

Jack, dear. This is for you.

July 18, 2008

My Year in Oz Begins

RG / December 19, 2005

By all rights, I should have gone straight to bed. 55 hours of travel with only patchy bits of sleep does not make for a particularly coherent human being. I just couldn’t, couldn’t…

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Aaaah, Travel

RG / December 13, 2005

Lyric for the day – in honor of The Mummy, and The Mummy Returns, which The Professor and I just watched in succession, because we are suckers for corny films: All the old…

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Cinematic Classics

RG / December 10, 2005

80s Lyric for the day: You should have known by the tone in my voice, Baby, But you didn’t listen You played dead, but you never bled Instead you lay still in the grass…

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Protected: Puppet Masters

RG / December 7, 2005

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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Punishment

RG / December 6, 2005

My father is a terrible snoop. He revels in our inability to surprise him on holidays. He tear through closets and climb under beds, he will browse wallets for tell tale receipts and…

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