Displaced. Dysfunctional. Discombobulated.
From the category archives:
First of all, I want to assure everyone that I had an absolutely wonderful vacation visiting my family in New Mexico for the Christmas holiday and I plan at some point to muse over the events, observations and funny bits at some point, but I realize that I just cannot get past everything that has [...]
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I bought my house in November of 2006 for a little more than 200K at 6.5% and zero down. Yes, you read that right. Zero down. My dad won’t shut up about how I am probably one of the last few people who got a zero down loan. I am [...]
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Last night after water aerobics, as we were changing back into our civies, the fire alarm went off. It’s one of those new-fangled fire alarms; I call them the migraine-seizure-inducing fire alarm with the high pitched ring that makes your brain melt and the flashing white lights that are timed just perfectly to trigger a [...]
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Over the weekend I had another one of my T.V. ESP experiences. Actually, it was a rather ESP-rich weekend.
I know you’re wanting a definition for that. What I mean is that sometimes I’ll get a feeling that some old movie or t.v. show is coming on television in a day or so. [...]
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You know those little techno-gadgets for IT folks, who work in high tech jobs or for bosses who want to pretend to be high tech, that have the numerical password sync’d up to a computer somewhere tied to your user name and the password changes every minute so it’s practically unhackable? We have those [...]
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I grew up in the city. O.K. It was the suburbs, but it was still civilization. You know, that place where garbage trucks come two times a week with those dirty, grimy, wonderfully heroic men who pick up your garbage cans from the curb, dump the trash you’ve gathered for the last three [...]
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Someone has figured out how to climb up the back of the sofa and onto the divider between the living room and the kitchen. I suspect he’s stalking the cats’ food bowl on the breakfast bar which is pushed up against the wall right there. Naughty, naughty.
After I took his mug shot, [...]
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Last night I got out of bed and made the long, treacherous journey downstairs to the bathroom. This is not an uncommon event. Yet, for some reason as I was sitting there, I looked up and there were two cats and a Pug crowded into the doorway peering at me with concern [...]
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I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
-- Pat Conroy
What: The discombobulated inner-monologue of a single, thirty-something, displaced Southerner in small town New England.
Where: Maine
