I just realized: I don’t have a clue what happened to my class ring. Of course, I feel no particular sentimental connection to the Jefferson High School Class of ’85, but still — that ring wasn’t cheap, especially since I only got it as a way of forcing myself to feel like I belonged.
It was “white gold,” has anyone seen it around here?
Today’s the day, probably: the last day in my house. Part of me wants to stay here until the last possible moment, while the other part of me thinks that moving out right now will help me divorce from the [more...]
Well, I think I know when snails have sex. Ever since I moved to California, I’ve been fascinated watching all the snails out on the sidewalk in the morning. But this morning as I walked the dog, I noted something [more...]
I’m back! Did you miss me? It’s been interesting comparing and contrasting the UK and the US. For instance, when going through immigration at Heathrow, the officers were quite polite and friendly. When I got [more...]
If your place is anything like my place then the correct answer is.
Its in a box I haven’t unpacked yet.