The Burrow

They called me The Walking Dictionary in elementary school;  I wrote about this in one of my earliest posts. Daddooooo never used a fifty cent word when a two dollar one would do; I seem to have inherited that trait. I rarely come upon a word I don't know, or can't figure out.  Immiserate , for example.  I never saw or heard it before, but from the context I could deduce its meaning.  At first I thought that Harry Litman was showing off in The New Republic, writing about the prosecutions of innocent enemies whom Trump simply wants to immiserate . But it's a really good word, isn't it? In that same article, he gave me another new word.  I was merrily reading along until I stumbled over this:  Descriptions of (diGenova) typically append the kenning “Trump loyalist” or “longtime Trump ally.”  Kenning?  Did it carry positive or negative connotations? Did it imply that the phrase was trite?  Did it have something to do with the quotation ma...

If the monsoon is generous, as it has been,  Tucson is blessed with an abundant second bloom of our summer flowers.   The hanging basket is sporting an impressive beard.  The zinnias, after a serious haircut, rewarded me  and the birds.  But the show stopper,  grown from a small seed,  smiles at us from every room in the house.  For scale, that's a 4' wall, on the far side of the far side of the back yard.  It's special from a distance,  but up close,  it's spectacular That was two days ago, in the morning. As the sun comes up, light sneaks around the corner of the garage and she turns her face to greet it. I left my oatmeal to capture her joy.   This afternoon,  just before it rained, she looked a little forlorn.  Can you see the whorls? I spent a lovely time with them this afternoon,  remembering TBG  and Big Cute...

(I wrote this last Thursday before noticing that it would be published on 9/11... and I had a post for that.) The 49'ers flew all the way to Australia to open their season.  Since the boys have been looking forward to this with great anticipation, you can guess what is on the television. Wanting to be close to my sweetie, I am on the couch, typing to you.  I can't say that the football is front and center in my mind, but some piece of my consciousness is registering the highs and lows, the kicks and the picks, TBG's groans and shouted advice. I usually take out my hearing aids when football is on the screen; it's white noise that way.  But tonight is the Congressional debate for my district.  It's streaming on PBS and I'm listening and watching on my phone.   Or, at least, that was the plan.   The moderator is delightful.  The candidates are not.  Neither has a voice worthy of settling in next to my brain.  In fact, they are both an...

I posted this on  September 11, 2011.   It was the 10th anniversary of the falling of the towers.  It was also Christina-Taylor Green's 10th birthday, just  9 months and 3 days after she died, holding my hand. Today, once again we are marking a milestone in the passage of time by remembering those who were lost.  That is right and appropriate, as CTG would be the first to tell you.  She understood the importance of history and remarkable events.  She believed she was put here for a purpose, that her birthdate inevitably tied her to the United States, that she was meant to do something.  No one who knew her would dispute that claim.   This week, I was at a loss for words, just as I was 15 years ago.  So, I went back to the source.  It still rings true. . ***** I am at a loss.  I have no words.  I've tried all day.  TBG has offered suggestions, Little Cuter told me to stop apologizing for crying for no reason....

(Written on Tuesday) Yesterday was Labor Day.  Today there were more than 100 degrees dancing through Tucson.   TBG needed a sweatshirt at lunch; he's happily taking his hormonally challenged temperature regulator out these days.  I wore a short-sleeved, light knit sweater and cotton shorts; black shorts, not the white skirt I left hanging in my closet.    I really like that skirt.  I spent all summer wishing I were wearing it, but it is not a comfortable sitting in the hospital skirt.  Now, when I have the time and the company, the calendar is screwing with me. I wear outfits that Little Cuter describes as Mom, the world needs more people like you ... through her laughter.  If it's comfortable I'll wear it, no matter that I bought it for Big Cuter when we were same size (he was in 5th grade).  I'm not really a trendy girl. But there are certain things that were repeated over and over again when I was a little girl, and the one abou...

After a short and annoyingly uncomfortable dermatological intersection with cryosurgery, my body and I are taking the day off to recover from the trauma.