Pi: I was very, very sad.
Me: Why were you sad?
Pi: Because Grammy looked at me.
Category Archives: Family matters
In which we discuss matters of the family.
I've got the Eric Carmen blues
It’s opposites week at Works for Me Wednesday! Rather than offering up tips, bloggers are seeking answers.
So here’s my question: How do you make friends? Don’t laugh; I’m serious.
We’ve moved around quite a bit over the last three years, and I haven’t made a single real connection in that time. We’ve been in our current location for a year. We go to a regular playgroup, but it’s hard to have any sort of meaningful conversation when you see someone for 45 minutes, once a week. And during those 45 minutes, you’re busy preparing snacks or rescuing small people from atop the monkey bars. We also go to church most every Sunday, and I’ve been volunteering in some of the childcare classes during services.
But I still haven’t made a friend.
Is there a trick to this? Do I smell funny? Help me out, folks. Any advice would be welcome.
Such stuff as dreams are made on
It’s one of those dreams that start in a sparsely attended, gaudy old movie theater. And then suddenly there’s a snake the size of a freight train, and everyone scatters, and it’s chasing you out toward the swimming pool. Then the swimming pool’s gone and you’re running down a gravel road and you look behind you. And it’s still there, only it’s not slithering so much as doing this horrible leaping thing like a rope being whipped about.
Then you’re in a tunnel. You’re in a tunnel, and you think you’ve lost the giant snake. And you’re relieved, momentarily. Until Zombie Shakespeare and his team of Zombie Actors stumble out of the dark, spouting iambic pentameter and coming right for you. You turn to run, and there at the other end of the tunnel? The giant snake. Loping again. Of course.
Then, blissfully, you wake up. You tell your husband, “I had a terrible dream about a giant snake and Zombie Shakespeare.” And he looks at you like you’re off your rocker.
And you wonder if maybe he’s on to something, there.