Sunday, July 31, 2005
Today I found this, what I can only guess is a picture of a saint, sitting next to N's engagement ring where I'd tucked it away in my sock drawer. I'm not sure if it had already been there and I hadn't noticed it, if Mom put it there, or if it magically appeared by the "grace of God."
I looked up saints on the internet, thinking maybe he was the patron saint of lost causes. There are two patron saints of "Impossible Causes" but they're both women. So, now I suspect he's either Saint Timothy or Saint Titus, the patron saints of "Stomach Disorders".
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Nature or nurture?
I've always thought that I bought my dental supplies more or less at random. Then I noticed that Allie and I not only use the exact same toothpaste, but we also have identical toothbrushes.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Allie, my youngest sister, is back from volleyball camp.
This is what happened during lunch.
Dad: Allie, did you see Tina is in the paper today for shoplifting?
Allie: What?
Me: Is this one of her high school friends?
Mom: She's one of the girls she went to that concert with last night. I told her she shouldn't go.
Dad: Let's see, it's in here somewhere.
Mom: One of the other girls she went with has an STD.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Another picture at Matt and Julie's house that needs to have the original frame-label changed. On the one hand, who cares, but on the other, I don't think they intend for this to be their son, Ty's, nickname.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
G-Mail has these smart ads that run down the side of the screen, picking out key words from whatever e-mail you're reading and using them to try to figure out what kind of things you might buy or what links you might click on.
These are the ads it gives me whenever I go back and reread N's last e-mail to me. Thanks, G-Mail.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Back at my parents' house in Hometown, Ohio.
As far as anyone can remember, Holden hasn't attempted to sneak upstairs (where he's not supposed to go) in years, but while I was gone, he climbed the stairs in the middle of the night and took a dump in the room I've been staying in.
Monday, July 25, 2005
The cranes of White Haven, Pennsylvania, wave at the highway.
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When I was taking this picture, Nick asked, "Is this going to end up on your blog with some bullshit like, 'N and I fell in love while watching cranes'? 'N used to call my dong The Crane'?"
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I'm not even sure that these things are called cranes.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Brooklyn. I'm staying with my friend, Brett, who has just gotten engaged.
He complains about his tattoo, a souvenir of a long-gone girlfriend.
"It's 'Sweetness forever and ever'. The German word for 'sweetness' was my nickname for her because, phonetically, it was close to her name. I remember thinking if I got it in German it wouldn't be as embarrassing if we broke up. In retrospect, that was probably a good reason not to do it at all.
"Plus, it's Curious George for Christ's sake."
Saturday, July 23, 2005
The various color-coded performer wristbands of the Del Close Marathon.
Friday, July 22, 2005
The Lincoln Tunnel.
Having just dropped Nick off in New Jersey, Young and I are ready to be done driving. Exactly 0.1 miles into Manhattan, our Mapquest directions fail us and we immediately become horribly lost.
Somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Young: We're here. We're supposed to be here.
Me: How did we get so far off-course so fast?
Nick: We were making really good time going the wrong direction.
Ohio's I-80 toll way.
Nick and Young (friends and fellow improvisers from Chicago) pick me up on their way to New York for the Del Close Marathon, a weekend-long improv festival.
Here we sing along to Elton John's "Your Song".
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Speaking of condoms:
I took this picture the day I moved out of N and I's place in Arizona. Like the ring, neither one of us particularly wanted this big, overly optomistic box of condoms.
"You're the one with the penis," N said, matter-of-factly.
So I have the condoms, tucked away with my other things. The box is more-or-less full.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Went to an estate auction of one of my father's recently deceased co-workers.
"Strange," Dad said, "To imagine yourself dead and everybody looking through your things."
Besides furniture, the possessions of the man (who had no children, no wife, no siblings) consisted mostly of train magazines, ceramic cats, Mason paraphernalia and an extensive condom collection (of which this picture only represents a small portion).
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Mowing my parents' yard.
The dangers of midwestern yardwork include:
1. Intense humidity.
2. Dog shit and low hanging tree branches.
3. A mostly unfounded fear of a lawnmower blade injury.
4. The seeming pointlessness of it all.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Holden. The family dog.
He's getting old and tired. He spends most of the day laying down instead of trying to stand on his rickety legs. It's sad, but also a relief, because he used to be such a hyper pest.
"He's calming down," we say. But the truth is that he's dying.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Visiting Julie and Matt.
Matt is quick to point out that Julie hasn't changed the original label on the frame holding thier wedding picture.
"It's not supposed to say that."
Saturday, July 16, 2005
And then there's the question of what to do with this.
I mean, I know what to do with it. I don't live in a movie so I'm not going to throw it off a bridge. Eventually, I'm going to sell it.
But for now I like to pretend that I don't know what I'm going to do with it.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Drinks with my parents at Applebee's.
Dad: For some reason this is your mother's favorite place.
Me: What's your favorite place?
Dad: Well, I like the bar at Chedder's.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Apparently, Elizabeth Kubler-Ross' third stage of grief is bargaining, and not blogging.
Oops.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Went to a nearby town to run some errands. On the way back Mom asked if I'd mind stopping by Jackie's grave.
Set off a little from the side of the cemetary is a line of graves for unbaptized babies.
"That was a hard time," she said.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Looking through old photos that N gave back to me before the move.
Me and my sister, Julie. This was one of N's favorites. She said she'd look at it and imagine that's what our children would look like.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Mom and my sisters were in Atlanta for the weekend, so Dad, Matt (my brother-in-law) and I had a guys' night. We grilled steaks, drank beers and somehow ended up watching a movie on the Oxygen Network.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Today I went over to N's new apartment to say goodbye. It's a nice place, and the process of "putting it in order" seems to be giving her some comfort. She's always enjoyed making lists and tiny floorplans.
Before I left we both said, "I'm sorry" and we both said "I know" or "It's okay" and we both said "I love you."
On my way out, I took this picture of her mailbox and the sticker the previous occupant had left there.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Fourth of July with the ex-co-workers.
Everyone decides to try to touch the ground flat-palmed, without bending their knees (everyone except me and my tender guts). Kate (the ex-Earth Science teacher) and Jason (the ex-Media Arts teacher, now back from his trip) are the winners.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
One last haircut before I leave town. Unfortunately, the guy who usually cuts my hair was just diagnosed with diabetes (like Bella?) and had to cancel.
I randomly gave someone else a shot. I'm not happy with the results.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Sold my old Taurus. I had that car in college, through grad school, in Chicago, and during most of my second time in Arizona. N and I had our first kiss in that car.
It felt weird to sell it, and know it would be cannibalized for parts, but it's been sitting around unused for nearly half a year, like the world's heaviest keepsake.
Friday, July 01, 2005
N used to say that I dragged my feet about getting married. She was probably right. On the other hand, I was the only one who ever put change in the Wedding Bank.
That's why she insisted I take it.
Total: $20.39 (minus the $1.81 Coinstar processing fee)
The piggy (which is cursed, given to us by a married couple that is now divorced) is destined for the trash.
