My parents in 1966. They met at a Memorial Day party, when she was a freshman and he was a senior. Their song: Mr. Tambourine Man. Adorable or just plain dorky?
When your parents reach their golden anniversary
It’s that bad.
I’ve never been one to post selfies, but I am counting down the minutes until I get my hair done tomorrow.
That’s gratitude for ya
Anna (sighing at the scorched savanna of our backyard): “I wish we had a pool.”
Me: “You know what’s more valuable than a pool? Gratitude. You should be grateful that you are healthy with a big yard to play in with frogs hopping around in a pond. You have a swing set and a driveway with a basketball hoop and a brother and sister and a dog who’s begging for a walk. Rather than thinking of all the things you wish you had, you should focus on the things you do have.”
Anna: “Can we start that after we get a pool?”
Solve this
I like to open my fourth-grade classes with a riddle. Today as I gathered them for the next school year, one of them had me stumped. So I posed it to Doug.
“If you’re swimming in the ocean and you get attacked by an alligator, what should you do?”
I’ll give you a second for your response, although I didn’t need to wait that long for Doug’s.
“I’d say, ‘Hey! What the f*ck are you doing here?’”
So much did I enjoy his Joe Pesciesque response that it’s worth fessing up. I can’t solve fourth-grade riddles.