Monday, September 22, 2014

Football and tender times

I spent Saturday with the Coach and TRQ.  The Coach spoke at his best friend's funeral in Kaysville, and so it was all tender times.  His friend, btw, was the dentist we used to visit in San Leandro when I was a kid.  He and my dad met at USU where they played football and forged a friendship that lasted years and years.

Anyway, after the funeral my parents and I went to Paradise Bakery and ate squash soup, which suddenly made me feel the like the oldest person in the world.  Me.  Eating a little squash soup at 3:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon.  To keep my strength up.

We did a lot of remembering about DeVan (the dentist) who loved football even more than he loved teeth.  So then my parents and I talked about football--what's happening now and how much things have changed, which led to this exchange.

THE COACH:         I wonder if football will even be around fifty years from now.

ME:                          No football?  Well, I hope I'm dead by then.

THE COACH:         I'm pretty sure I will be.

Mortality, don't you know.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Louise and her iPad

Yesterday Louise Plummer and I had a serious talk about depression yesterday while eating Indian Food at Saffron Valley because apparently you're never too depressed to eat Tandoori chicken or vegetable korma.  When we were finished, Louise said, "Let's take a selfie with my iPad to show everyone what depressed writers look like."  So I said fine.

Here's the result.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

I did it!

I wrote a column about gray hair.

Thanks for your input!

Monday, September 15, 2014

The problem with ashes

So Ken Cannon and I have taken to having our pets cremated when they die.  (Aren't you glad I added the "when they die" part?)  And then they return to us in lovely little cedar boxes with their names engraved on the top because this is an option now and when you're saying goodbye to a beloved dog or cat, having their ashes in lovely little cedar boxes with their names engraved on the top seems like a good idea at the time.

And then a few years later you look at your book shelf where you keep the ashes and go, "I have the ashes of dead dogs in my house."  And then you go, "Is this normal?"  And then you go, "What am I going to do with these lovely little cedar boxes with my pets' names engraved on the top."  And then you go, "What should I say if people ask me about this stack of boxes?" And then you decide you'll just have to lie.

Because people will think you're crazy if you tell the truth.

But not as crazy as a woman I know who had her pet wiener dog stuffed after he died.

Which makes me suddenly feel much better about myself.

Which is a good thing on a Monday.

Friday, September 12, 2014


Yesterday when I was in the car with the Old Coach and his friend, they reminisced about the experience of watching reel-to-reel movies--how the films sometimes caught on fire and so you'd be looking at this lovely frame when suddenly a corner started to bubble and burn like an oil slick.  So then the projectionist would shut it all down until the problem got fixed.

I feel a little this way about my brain in September.  I had a lovely e-mail from Lisa B yesterday, asking if I was enjoying this incredible weather or if the Little Black Dog was already trotting onto the scene.

Or both.

The answer is both.

The light this morning, people!   Is there any way to describe a garden bursting with nasturtiums and anemones and potato vines bathed in amber?  No.   I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the world and of all the people I love in this world right now.

But there's also the bubbling in the corner of my brain--the old sadness announcing its encore performance.  I wish I weren't wired this way.

On the plus side, though!  A low dose of Celexa and a lot of exercise work wonders for me.  And I have a lot of experience with this now, so I know how to manage.  I'm also lucky--truly lucky--because my seasons of sadness are not debilitating.   At all.

Meanwhile, my son and his wife and their exquisite child are visiting from Houston.  And I am doing a little canning today and will perhaps ride a horse this afternoon.  All of these are pleasures to be had when September comes to visit.

Monday, September 8, 2014

On punishment and pit bull rabbits . . .

When I went to lunch a few weeks ago with a couple of people from the Trib, I told the story about this rabbit.  And I enjoyed the stroll down Memory Lane so much I decided to write a column about it.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Dawn Houghton and Book Wagon

Dawn and I have been friends for a long time now.  Fact is that I adore her.  She's so funny, so smart, so good.  Also, I wouldn't mind looking like her.  A few years ago she created a non-profit that takes books to children in underserved areas of the valley.  I wrote about it here.

Get in touch with her if you have books to donate.

Thank you.

And while I'm saying thank you, than you for reading and commenting.  You probably don't know how much that all means to me.

Have a great weekend.