Coronavirus Diaries: Day 3

Polly is supposed to be on a virtual book club. Apparently hasn’t read the book. So Griffin is following her around the kitchen reciting the spark notes. Somehow this doesn’t strike me as quite the literary magic that was intended – especially since Griffin keeps inserting his own commentary. Like “I don’t understand why she…

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Coronavirus Diaries: Day 2

So after the nipple dinner conversation we decided that some structure might be nice. Everyone needed to show up to the dinner table with some interesting topic that they learned about during the day. Polly started with the history of the Vikings pointing out that Scandanavia didn’t include Finland but did include Denmark. That was…

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Coronavirus Diaries: Day 1

“What’s the tip of your nipple called?” Dinner.  First day schools have been cancelled.  Of apparently many more days to come. “Why on earth is is that what’s on your mind?” Isn’t there a lawyer rule that you’re not supposed to ask a question you don’t really want to know the answer to? “Well, I…

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Mother’s Day

I didn’t display a ton of foresight when I took a Tylenol PM on Mother’s Day Eve.     <pause>.     I didn’t display any foresight when I took a Tylenol PM on Mother’s Day Eve.   “Dad.”   Fog   “Dad.”   Light grey.   “Dad.”   “Mmmm.”   “Mom just went to…

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Boys Weekend – Part 1

Polly went to her college reunion leaving me with instructions on building a nuclear power plant and/or still having 4 living children at the end of the weekend.  By 7am I was late.  By 8 I had forgotten to feed the dog, forgotten which field we were supposed to be on, and forgotten to clothe…

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Boys Weekend – Part 2

We are back home.  But this is like turning a plane.  We have 17 minutes before we need to be back in the car. Griffin is staring at his pizza as if it is going to leap up and eat his head. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” “What are you looking at?”  I peer over his shoulder….

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