Olde age

Olde age

Some days, I like to spell olde the archaic way because it feels like it should be a four-letter word. On Monday, I bent to retrieve a small bag of lunchtime veggies from the lowest shelf in our workroom fridge, and I tweaked my back. Crud-ite! As a result, I walked like a tiny old [...]

An Uncle Billy kind of day

An Uncle Billy kind of day

I had an Uncle Billy kind of day yesterday involving two trips to the DMV, an unsuccessful attempt to get a flu shot and a wrong turn coming out of Freedom I only noticed when I saw a sign welcoming me to the Oneida Reservation. Luckily, Uncle Billy Days always end in an unexpected, joyful [...]

The lost art of boredom

The lost art of boredom

I haven't been bored in more than a decade and I think that's a real shame. Have you? Good, old-fashioned, listening-to-the-clock-tic-toc-and-wondering-if-the-hands-are-moving-at-all boredom leads to all kinds of wonderful things like innovation, introspection, art, music, poetry and, occasionally, a ridiculously clean and well-organized bedroom. I'd like to be so bored one day that I pull out [...]