Sometimes I look at people who listen to vinyl and I’m jealous. I roll my eyes when they brag about the preciousness of the pops and the balancing of the needle and quality of the sound, but I’m jealous. They have a machine that does just one thing, plays records. Meanwhile, a friend is worried […]
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Could everything stop being a metaphor for just five minutes?
Exhibit 13-B. Exhibit A. Clamshell packaging on cheap electronics. Exhibit B. Filling the humidifier while it’s raining outside. Exhibit C. Traffic on Elston. Exhibit D. A messy house. Exhibit F. The empty laundry basket that’s been sitting in the same spot for a week. Exhibit I. The sky, right at this moment. Exhibit K. That […]
Diary of a jib
It’s like I’m not even here. Today They brought me to a house. I won’t say He. To me, He no longer counts as a He. He—that is, They—carried my parts as if I were so much equipment. Throughout my assemblage, They blabbed to the AD. Nothing about how easily I went together, just silly chatter […]
Attachment reorder
I get too attached. I’m not the exact opposite of a savvy consumer who does their research and makes an informed decision, but I’m maybe 45 degrees off. Poor Dave, when he recommended getting multiple bids for each bit of the kitchen job. All three HVAC guys? I loved them–-the super-nice one, the initially gruff […]
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Django is lying at the foot of the bed, wrapped in the vintage quilt I bought on vacation. I think it’s called a Grandmother’s Flower Garden, though that seemed to be what they all were called. I’ve been lying awake, thinking about the sink we bought and how even if you’re lucky enough to get […]
That Rosanna lady was not wrong
It amazes me to look at the list of things I wanted to accomplish yesterday and see from here that they’re all accomplished, but now there’s another list, just as long. Yesterday I did the shopping and hung the shade and did some cleaning and mowed the lawn and hacked the grape leaves and put […]