On Having an Affair

After my children went to bed but before my sweetie returned home from her classes, I spent some time chatting with a couple of friends online. Most of my online friends and certainly my closest online friends are women.

My New Neighbours

Bobby: What luck! Some people moved in across the street!

Alice: But Bobby, there aren’t any buildings across the street from where you live.

Thongs and Shoes

Ages ago, this wonderful person wrote a charming story about thongs. Comments didn’t leave enough room to due justice to her post so I wrote a post on the subject. I’ve gone back and edited it a bit.

Sleep

I slept in! It was glorious. I woke up to the phone ringing in my bed wearing my pajamas, my hat, and one slipper. What is the significance of waking wearing such garb? I don’t know. I didn’t expect to wake that way.

My Side of the Story

Last week someone wrote an article about me. She didn’t name me in the article but it was about me. Overall, the article was a fine article but it left out a few points. It left out what was going on in my mind and I thought I’d add those. I think they make the whole picture

Penguin Incidents (Partially Repaired)

This is a repost of my post of yesterday. (I’ve predated it to yesterday). Some kind of weird flakiness happened and I inadvertently deleted this post.

I’ve included most of the comments — those that I didn’t lose due to the flakiness at the end of the post. I especially want to apologize to Bibliomom for the loss of her clever comment. She pointed out that birds are indeed scary to some people. I can’t remember her exact wording. My reply vanished too and I can’t remember the exact wording. I responded with the observation

At any given time…

On the way home yesterday, I had the following conversation.

Alice: Are you ready to go?

Bob: Just a second…. OK. I have to go to the bathroom first.

Alice: Hey, do you want some chocolate?

A Recounted Conversation: Mr. Moron and Mr. Idiot

Some time ago, while I was walking along downtown, I overheard a conversation that I have recounted below as accurately as my memory allows. Since I don’t know the names of the two men having the conversation, I will make up names for them. The two names I’ve chosen

What Happened at the Dairy Queen

Once again, I am reposting something that I’ve posted twice before. I first posted this close to two years ago and reposted it again just under a year ago. My initial inspiration was something distressing posted by the wise and lovely teaspoon. I would like to offer my apologies for my lack of newly inventive works. I hope that you find the message in this and yesterday’s post to be worthwhile. Sadly, I can’t say that the need to tell stories like this has disappeared.

Some time ago, I lived in an apartment building downtown. Living downtown is a weird thing. The whole place is concrete. There are no trees to speak of. During the day, people who worked downtown swamped

A Misadventure on the Train

One evening, three of my friends and I were taking the train downtown after having spent what was probably an entirely productive evening on campus.

The train was close to empty. The four of us were sitting in a booth. Two of the other booths in the front half of the car were occupied by a one person each. One was a small blonde woman and the other was a large young man. The woman was ‘clean cut’