Big day coming up this Saturday: I’m going to be LXI.
I can’t bear to write out the ‘real’ (i.e. Arabic) number, so you’ll just have to figure out my age from the Roman numeral.
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I wonder how much my body has aged in the past [...]
anniversaries
‘Evolving’ is the operative word in that title: not counting the abortive correspondence between us in August 2006, when, with a different profile and different photo, I wrote Plan C and was summarily rejected because of the distance between our dwellings, Plan C first emailed me on 5 February, 48 days ago. I [...]
Plan C’s a funny guy. He always looks so terrific, so ‘manly’ with his broad shoulders in nice crisp shirts, wearing just certain shirts w. certain pants, making sure the belt matches the shoes (which are always stylish, pointy with little tassels – he hates his heavy snow boot-shoes), the socks match the [...]
Yes, I’ve been tagged again, this time by the wonderful and witty Melissa of Cords and Fleece. To play by the current ‘rules’ of tagging, I need to tell you “seven weird or random facts about myself.’
But I’ve told you so much already!
Here’s more.
1) My mother’s mother’s name was Esther, and my father’s mother’s [...]
1. Plan C sent me a link to an article that shows statistically that men who help more with housework get more sex.
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Plan C is already a serious tidier — I get out of bed for 2 minutes and return to find [...]
These are vignettes from my first visit to Plan C’s house, about 80 minutes from Manhattan. I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights there, and am in fact typing these words on his extra computer before he drives me to the train.
THE CAT
Did you ever hear the joke about cats?
Who sleeps with cats?
Mrs. Katz; [...]
