Voice Mail Archives

In lieu of commenting on the abysmal pitching, fielding, and sportsmanship witnessed by anyone unfortunate enough to tune in to the Yankees/Red Sox series over the weekend (Who knew A-Rod was such a potty mouth? Okay, don't answer that...), I offer this bit of quasi-baseball-related information.

It is finally cool and breezy and overcast here, rather than hot and steamy and overcast.  I'm sure this is bad news for all the folks who fled here from the convention crazies in Boston -- it's not exactly a beach day -- but it is highly pleasing to me.  It means:

I have remarked in the past what a generally easy-going relationship I have with most bugs of the crawly variety.  Even spiders, as they are both useful and beautiful, and as long as they stay out of my bed, they may remain unmolested in my house.  There have been a couple of close calls, when I would gaze up at my ceiling, about to fall asleep, and see a spider directly above my face -- clearly biding his time until I fall asleep to shimmy on down and lay eggs in my ear, but I just give it a stern talking-to, and as far as I know, there have been no incidents.

So I've been leading a pretty sedentary lifestyle since I started freelancing from home, and I'm afraid things around here are sort of going to pot. Hell in a handbasket, actually, if you ask me. Except for the occassional stroll on the beach, I just don't use the ol' muscular system that much -- never mind that whole cardiovascular whatnot. And my eating habits have sunk to frat boy levels, incorporating far too many nachos and pizza.

I noticed the other day that I still have my alarm clock on my bedside table, even though it's not plugged in. I unplugged it at the beginning of the summer, because I...

Today, my age becomes a palindrome.

I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.

So Brooks has done it, as have several of his friends. I felt at first like it would involve way too much work, but then I got all excited about some of the bands Brooks picked, and I also realized I had little else to do but snort more wine and crackers.

Ya know how sometimes you stand up and your head is all spinny and then your knees buckle and you're pretty sure the next move is flat on the floor? (And you haven't been drinking?) OK probably not flat on the floor, probably more likely crumpled in an awkward, chalk-outline-type position, through which you probably received an ugly gash on your forehead or a broken wrist or something.

We appear to be quite the neighborhood trendsetters. We got a new roof, the neighbors on both sides of us got new roofs. I started planting crap in the yard and mulching like I'd never mulched before (true, I hadn't -- I had previously maintained a mulch-free environment), ditto with the planting and the mulch on both sides.