June 2004

Lightning bugs. Tons of ‘em. Scads and scads. In my yard, right now. I can’t remember the last time I saw one. I don’t even remember how they do that thing with the light on their butts — I must have learned it sometime in science class, right? And is it really a sparkly mating [...]

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I’ve been very single-minded these last couple of weeks, repeatedly pacing up and down the same worn-down furrow in the metaphorical rug, chewing the inside of my cheek, muttering inapplicable slogans, laughing spasmodically in the car… I’m doing naught but waiting, waiting… for Resolution, for The Word, for the Test Results. And when it’s all [...]

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We should’ve gone to the Cape League game. They didn’t get rained out. It’s Matt’s day off today, and we had joyful plans and schemes for watching the Yankees/Mets game tonight, but no. It’s been rained out. After only an hour of rain. Sigh. The last time I was at Yankee Stadium, it rained for [...]

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The last few nights I’ve woken up in the middle of these great, epic chase-scene dreams. Consistently, I’m playing the role of the hero of a murder mystery-type story, and elude my nefarious pursuers by using my superior knowledge of the local landscape. Things like where one can hide halfway out the jetty on a [...]

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