Tuesday, December 06, 2016

the Holidarian

I've never really seen "It's a Wonderful Life." I think I appreciated it more now than I would have when I was younger. It was even better on the IMAX screen. #theholidarian #theblogidarian

Sunday, December 04, 2016

the Holidarian

I seemed to have found Nessie in our yearly holiday split pea soup. #theholidarian #theblogidarian

Saturday, December 03, 2016

the Holidarian

When we say we are trimming the tree, the word trimming is its own antonym. #theholidarian #mbop #theblogidarian #EnglishIsWeird

the Holidarian

Look into my eyes... #theholidarian #theblogidarian

the Holidarian

When you're so tired at 10 and then have a renaissance of alertness and you're still awake at 1:30 a.m. #theblogidarian

Sunday, November 27, 2016

the Holidarian

Not too cold to get things lit up. #theholidarian #theblogidarian #mbop

the Holidarian

It was Mrs. Peacock with the rope in the spa. That, and look how tiny these cards are. This was the smallest game of Clue. #theblogidarian

Friday, November 25, 2016

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Interesting Characters: Edna Lipster

She was better than her husband at fixing typewriters. It was his job, he owned the business, but in Edna's eyes, he was lousy, slow and not methodical about it. While Edna cleaned up his workroom most days, she saw his sausage fingers fumble and pinch all the wrong parts, cursing under his breath, and then apologizing for the crude language in front of his wife.

At night, she crept down from their bed, and lit three oil lamps. As the light cascaded dancing shadows, she picked up the tools and did what her husband couldn't. She undid the wrong screws and moved the letter typebars to their original spots. As her light began to snuff out, she replaced all the tools back where she found them and crept back up to bed, her hands clean from the ink ribbons and grease.

Customers came and went, thanking her husband for the excellent work on their typewriters, glad they could recuperate their correspondence. Her husband took the thanks in kind, humbly bowing his head, and went back to the work room to ruin more typewriters.

This did not make her mad. After he suffered from a strange illness years ago, he did not realize he had lost the ability to fix typewriters. To him, he was moving all the right parts and tightening all the right screws. This is why he was lousy. Not because he knew better but because he didn't know at all. And Edna had paid attention, had listened to her genius husband when he was at the zenith of his typewriter-dom, and had become his unintentional apprentice.

She did this because of one typewriter, the light blue one upstairs in their sitting room. Twenty years ago, he stamped his marriage proposal to her on a cream sheet of paper using that typewriter. And, still, that proposal stayed, just like the typewriter business, through sickness and health, until death did they part.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Monday, October 24, 2016

2 Sentence Terrors, Volume 3

I fell behind again in my but fear not, once my lab is cleaned up.#thespookidarian

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Equinoxing Toward Fall

Spent some time in the mountains today. It's either the fresh air or the altitude, but I'm a little sleepy at 7:30. #equinoxingtowardfall

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Equinoxing Toward Fall

I'm feeling a tiny bit better. Let's hope this is just a little set back. #equinoxingtowardfall

2 Sentence Terrors, Volume 3

Day the Twelfth. #2sentencehorrorstories #mbop #thespookidarian

Wednesday, October 12, 2016