I am a Driskell, which means throwing garbage into its designated receptacle is always done from where you are at the time the item becomes disposable. One does not approach said receptacle. Oh no! If you are a football field... Continue Reading →
When people are being loud and obnoxious outside your window and it suddenly begins raining really hard.
Lynn Household Banter: episode 4,786. This story requires a preface. I struggle with several spatially related issues, one of which includes having absolutely no sense which tupperware lid fits what container. It's a source of great delight for Robert who... Continue Reading →
Happiness is when the tornado siren lands in the same key as the orchestral score you're studying. How did Respighi know all those years ago????
Robert: (Crossing the eastern Missouri border) Illinois, a pretty smart state in spite of being smack in the middle of the midwest. Now that's one heck-uv-ah slogan.
I have just decided that working on your retirement plan should be an Olympic event.
My normally quiet, understated spouse suddenly began a lengthy monologue about Concannon's marvelous donuts in Muncie, Indiana. With zero argument or prompting from me, his voice went into molto crescendo apassionato as he became more and more vocally and gesturally... Continue Reading →
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #2 The Manchester Symphony board frequently uses the acronym GARF in our e-mail and text correspondence. My phone keeps changing it to FART. Needless to say, it stinks.
My spouse (who teaches music history): "I need to find a postal meter so I can grade my papers."
Autocorrect Saga: Episode #1 I was sending a message of gratitude to an acquaintance this evening and my phone auto-corrected the word "Wunderbar!" to "Underwear!" I'm sure glad I read the message before I hit 'send.'