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Leaving James and Jed’s small gathering (we had made it there! before it ended! With everyone clothed and Little L fed!) turned out to be a bit more involved than we had planned. Walking through the lobby of their loft, a small black object flew near us. At first I assumed it was a bird, … Read More »
“You might just want to leave,” the waitress said. “Your order hasn’t even been put in the system.” Axel, James, Jed, and I looked at each other. After sitting here for over an hour, our order wasn’t even official? “How long are we talking?” Axel asked. “30 or 40 minutes?” “A lot longer,” she said, … Read More »
The call box rang. “It’s Craig with Instacart,” he said. “Oh, thanks! You can just leave it right there. We’ll come get it soon.” Usually they don’t even call. They just text that they dropped it off — a bonus of Instacart for us introverts. Thank goodness for Insta, as I like to call it. … Read More »
We wanted to get rid of our shared standing desk. The desk, if you remember, from my husband’s dream of the desk-share. “It just never worked the way I had envisioned it,” he said. “I thought we would sit there working together.” But often I worked at the kitchen counter and he worked in the … Read More »
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On three recent occasions, I’ve seen a mini-stop sign on a busy road by my home. The tiny stop sign aims only to stop cars on one side of the street. This mysterious portable sign is placed at the bottom of a small hill where it is difficult for pedestrians to cross. Maybe the point … Read More »