Airports R not me, see. That isn’t to say I think airports are you. I’m just saying that, try as I might, try as I am zen-like in my approach to the airport experience, even during the disrobing section of the enterprise, try as I might remain cool and calm by doing my crossword puzzles, taking those strolls down the long, crowded corridors, pulling my laptop laden carry-on along with me, using the angry rest rooms which flush the toilet for you even before you are finished
Kitty and the Guest Bed So, does your cat ditch you at night for the visitor? Do your visitors appear in the morning with a triumphant grin and announce “Gosh, the cat slept with ME last night.” Does your cat eschew loyalty and even good manners for the guest bed only when it is occupied by the guest? Unfaithful little trollops, who do cats think they are? And furthermore, who does the guest think he is? I know he feels secretly triumphant the cat chose him over moi. Let
Chess Players My father was chess champion of Pittsfield, Massachusetts when I was nine years old. This was a defining event in my childhood. Because I was the only kid in the house (and there were five others) who wouldn’t play chess with Dad. Oh, he tried to teach me, but beyond the bait of the pieces being called fairy tale things like queen and knight, the overriding issue was the fact that at the end, there would be a loser. I don’t do loser. I am a terrible loser.
WSJ reported today that women wearing shorts to work is okay. That wearing shorts to work is chic, au courant, and indeed, posh. I just loved reading the word ‘posh’ in the Wall Street Journal. They meant shorts suits, of course, and were quite serious about it. Not a smile crossed their faces as they reported that ‘as a member of the suit family–however rebellious–the ensemble had a serious side.” The article was accompanied by photos of six foot tall, seventeen year old
Are you the woman who wants to watch Katie Couric with your afternoon tea and cream? Somebody out there seems to think so. Somebody out there seems determined to keep Katie Couric on tv, in spite of the fact no one watched her on her most recent gig. I don’t get Katie Couric. I don’t get Katie Couric’s hold on tv people. Or, as they would like to believe, her hold over the masses of tv (I presume, female) watchers. There for awhile she was popular somewhere. Was it morni