girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Category: it’s all relative

  • Only a week left until M-Day, when Mom arrives to spend Nov, Dec, and part of Jan with me. In my rush to get the house spiffed up, I've neglected to consider the number of people coming for Thanksgiving, expecting to enjoy a hearty holiday meal, and not expecting to sit on the ground to…

  • This sibling portrait arrived with the skaters painting–the frame needs replacing, but the faces are the same. It looks good above the fireplace, but it's strange to see us looking back at me. On occasion, walking by it quickly, I get the eery feeling that I'm in the old house, that it's 1989 and I'm…

  • Mom had this painting sent to me last week (thanks Uncle Bill). It hung for years in our entry hallway in Fondy, then in Mom's apartment on Diversey, then at Grandma Mickey's while Mom's been abroad. I'll be lucky if the plant next to it will last a fraction of that time. I've always loved…

  • Tom called the other day, something he doesn't do very much. I'm never home according to him, as I cannot easily be reached. I will not get a cell phone, don't bother bugging me about it. So, I called him back, hoping it wasn't bad news. It wasn't. He got a new car. A Lotus…

  • Cleaning out my computer files, I found this copy of a funny IM conversation I had with my brother a while back. Enjoy. tnoe@mac.com: hey, do you know how to pronounce Hibou, which I think should be french for owl Katemikkelsen: ok, that's the strangest question Katemikkelsen: if it is french, then drop the H…

  • My brother Tom on Ring My Bell. Can you get a Drunk and Disorderly fine online? It's hysterical—note the correlation between taking shots and the use of the word 'dude'.

  • Passage from Dad's recent e-mail: …"Spent the day yesterday building a cold frame with is a box covered by a window you use to grow vegetables when it is too cool for a regular garden. Found the window at a curb side in Waupun. Picked it up in my black suit and truck at 4am…

  • I knew I did good when the phone rang and it was Grandma Eileen (of the Long Distance Is So Expensive generation)! She loved the lacey crocheted table cloth I finally finished and mailed off to her, knowing she's the only one who would appreciate the extra-large-doily look. It's a shame this style of crochet…