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Not Going with the Flowing
It was determined by brains bigger than my own that there were many possible solutions to Alice’s chilly corner of the room, a corner made worse and not better by blasts of hot air from a wall heater....
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One Good Thing
Sometimes nothing helps the I’m-97-Years-Old-Dammit blues. You can’t listen to music because your ears don’t work right and the sound is all jumbled. You can’t watch a movie because the closed...
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Nadine
“Nadine is not a bone eater,” Alice said. She was consulting her list of things to report about her new table mate. Every night she tells me a little bit more about Nadine, who appeared across from her...
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Easter with Alice
I don’t normally eat meat, but I never argue with Alice when meat is set before us. It’s just not worth it, especially in public. We were in the dining room at The Place when the meal arrived: ham so...
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Wigging it
In Alice’s world, a perm is a must. She subjects herself to one about every six weeks. As a result of this and probably of old age, her white hair is thinning in back and on top. Her weekly, sometimes...
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Separate Tables
As noted in the post One Good Thing, Mr. Fickle has been smitten for a while with a woman Alice calls The Young and the Restless (or, in notes to Nadine, Y&R). Alice has marveled at Y&R’s jet...
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Mother Love
Recently, Alice told me the meat grinder story again. She doesn’t tell it often, for reasons you’ll understand after reading it. It’s a story about her and her mother, Martha, and, although Alice...
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Mother’s Day in Pictures
I woke up to my own charges: Hadley (age 15 or thereabouts) Brio (age 5 or somesuch) As I stepped out the front door of my houseboat on my way to Alice’s, I met up with another family: I brought...
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Lew – Memorial Day Weekend 2013
For this Memorial Day Weekend, I wanted to revisit a post from a year ago about Alice’s brother, Lew, who joined the Army (World War II) when he was twenty years old. On November 20 (1942) our regiment...
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The Long Way Home
As soon as she got herself buckled in for our trip to the eye doctor, Alice said, “I don’t like going so far.” I backed the car out of the space next to her building. “How far do you like to go?” “Ten...
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Trouble – Part Three: The Case of the Missing Wig
At seven o’clock one recent morning, Alice called to report that her wig had been stolen, the very wig she’d just told Nadine she was considering buying, but which she actually already had in her...
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The White House Checks In
Alice called to tell me she’d received something from the White House in the mail. She said it was all blurry and she couldn’t read it, but described it as a card that “looked official.” It was signed...
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The Wig Mistresses
A few days ago Alice urgently declared that the wig must be washed. “I’ve been wearing it every day,” she said. “It’s time. Come over tonight close to my bedtime so that nobody sees me without it.” I’d...
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Lights, Penguins, Alice!
Lights Penguins on icy fridge top (with glacier). Alice! Good tidings to all from Alice and me. Have a great holiday, everyone!
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