I have met people with PhD’s who say things like this: “Her and me went to the movies.” “This gift is for she and I.” While this may peg me as a language snob, I think twice before I listen to a surgeon who says, “This is a situation for I to be concerned about. Trust me.” [...]
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At one time, like a lot of reserved people, I considered myself shy. The misconception is understandable, given that once a room fills with more than four unrelated people, I clam up like an oyster trapped inside a mussel shell, thanks to some pig-tailed second grader in my deep past who blurted out, “Oh look, [...]
In one of those genie-in-a-bottle stories, a poor man wishes for a million dollars, and he really should have been suspicious when the genie acceded so, shall I say, genially? to his request. Sure enough, the hapless hero receives one million gold coins in a showering cascade over the top of his head, resulting in [...]
I was at the dentist’s office scribbling my way through a tiresome sheaf of forms asking about bladder infections and toenail fungus and an array of physical and mental disorders that had curiously little to do with my teeth, when I realized that I had blanketed the form with no’s, as in, “No, I do [...]
You’ll be happy to know that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my Internet connection, even though it cuts out a dozen times in a day, sometimes, and on other days it merrily chugs along. I would share your joy in my smoothly running variable speed situation if it weren’t for that random “cutting out a [...]
And we went on to discover something that I’m convinced everyone learns at some point in their lives — usually a low one — and that is that the people you thought were your friends, aren’t; and that the support network that you thought you have, you don’t; and that the oddest help will come from the most unusual places.
Really, I think that I am a remarkably easy woman to please, and back to my Stranger in the Afternoon who wanted to knit but didn’t have the space, I am flabbergasted at the barriers people put up in the way of getting things done — and I don’t mean walls that block out front doors.
In the same manner, the places where I purchase dish washing liquid, toilet paper, bananas, crew socks, and grapes are also not my family. Not only are these people not there at 1 in the morning when one of the progeny is an hour over curfew, they are also not there when I need to find the paper plates and napkins aisle.