My dystopian future
Sunday September 27 2020 Can I admit that they had me at breakfast? As much as I’m jonesing for the drive home and to reunite with my dogs who are staying at a high dollar resort with more amenities than our Holiday Inn Express, I’m not even kidding because they had room service and we … Continue reading 95. Chew on this
Saturday September 26 2020 Port Clinton, Ohio Our Model T needs a break today. Not only is it now leaking something, that something is gasoline. New carburetor be darned and all. With the lack of go-juice, joined by the threat of a car fire, we load ourselves into the backseat of our friends’ car for … Continue reading 94. Car-dom of the corn
Friday September 25 2020 Port Clinton, Ohio We can’t find the T. The day started out easy enough, with me saving loads of time by not having to do anything with my hair, because New Hat. I’m tanked on McDonald’s coffee and we’re ready to tour the Port Clinton area again with the other brass … Continue reading 93. No, this is normal
Thursday September 24 2020 Port Clinton, Ohio “You’re gonna want a hat, girl” says my friend, Ann, as we position ourselves in the navigator seats of our two respective Model T’s. “'S'alright,” I say. "I’m good." I pull my neat little hair scrunchie from my pocket to show her. She shrugs. Thirty minutes later, I’m … Continue reading 92. Hold onto your hat
Wednesday September 23 2020 You know what’s great about our southwestern corner in Ohio? Marion’s Pizza, that’s what. Referred to as appetizer pizza by Chicagoans who were weaned on their thick-crusted pizza stews, our local chain has offered the best combo of ingredients to ever come out of a can since 1965. Well, it used … Continue reading 91. Once you go square
Saturday September 19 2020 “I hate to hear she’s pregnant,” the manager was saying about one of my colleagues. “You know she won't care so much about her work now.” The person he was talking about was a valuable employee in a managerial position herself. We were all excited to celebrate this happy news of … Continue reading 90. Keep the change
Friday September 11 2020 Living within minutes of the Dayton International Airport means we live under a flight path or two. Sometimes a passenger plane passing over our sycamore trees will catch my attention and I’ll imagine the destinations of the travelers. Maybe there’s a guy preparing his notes for a job interview in Chicago … Continue reading 89. A new kind of quiet
Monday September 7 2020 I woke up in a pissy mood this morning, still processing the emotional hangover of angry dreams. Sometimes these night visions involve stories with characters that aren’t me or anyone I know. Likely they’re composites of several people, but they’re not deja-vu-ey or familiar. It’s kinda like watching a movie, but … Continue reading 88. Wasn’t looking for a sign, thanks tho
Sunday September 6 2020 My husband’s Aunt Jean was one of the last of the Greatest Generation of our family when she passed in 2016. She was a remarkably intelligent woman, with a sharp sarcastic wit that kept you at constant attention. Jean was not a woman to be dismissed. She was a force, a … Continue reading 87. Corralling wild polio
Wednesday September 2 2020 Of all the timely topics I listed in yesterday’s post, let’s cover a couple things that need to be captured for the future generations. Yep. I want to say that all this mask-wearing is messing with my resting bitch face. I’m told that I employ a particular facial expression when in … Continue reading 86. RBF Revisited
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