Portents

When the first thing that happens in your day is that your pajamas get burrs on them, you can’t help but be suspicious about what comes next.

Quilt-o-rama

Today and yesterday, F. was here quilting for the last time before she moves to Montana. We got a lot done and it was extremely entertaining to boot. The previous evening, I had a conversation with my friend B. in which she blamed her lack of quilting on not having anyone to quilt with. I scolded her for a lack… Read more »

Ungrateful

Me: “God!!!!” K.: “Yes?” Me: “If you were really God, you could get rid of all these span tags for me.” K.: “When a man is given span tags, he has them forever. When they are taken away without any work on his part… he’s… an ungrateful… (pause)… fuck!” Me: “You have no idea where you’re going with that, do… Read more »