Monday, May 30, 2016

Squares Are All About Undies

I'm almost finished rinsing the soap off when the phone rings. Katie and I look at each other in horror: it's the delivery guy, with dinner, and he's downstairs now.

I jump out of the shower, throw on a bathrobe, and reach for my underwear for a modicum of decency, when Katie asks, "You're wearing underwear just to run downstairs?"

I pull them up, saying, "Well, don't want to freak out the squares."

Sunday, May 29, 2016

Tap Out

Man, I'm having a great day: working at the Brooklyn Flea, talking to people, selling butterflies, alert - feeling good!

In a slow moment, Katie and I chat for a bit about taking pictures, and I swear I'm listening to her.

Then I'm dreaming.

When I wake up, Katie is staring at me, smiling but open-mouthed in shock, saying, "Did you just fall asleep looking at me?"

Saturday, May 28, 2016


The guy who begs for change on our block has been selling bottles of cold water from a cooler to the thirsty masses along 7th Avenue. As Katie and I finish packing the truck, he offers me one.

I demur, suggesting he should keep it for himself, and he says, "Some guy gave me a fifth of something today, for free!"

He proudly shows me a bottle of inexpensive prosecco and adds, "I don't drink, but do you think they'll like it at the barbecue I'm going to tomorrow?"

Friday, May 27, 2016

Theater Kids

On the way to the drugstore on a warm summer night, I slow down my pace to listen to the girls walking behind me.

"I'm sorry I got annoying about that test, but you know how when you know you did okay, but then you start to doubt yourself?" one says.

"It's okay," another says, "everybody makes mistakes."

Suddenly all three are singing: "People make mistakes, fathers, mothers."

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Up and Down

"Yeah, today was good," I say as we relax on the couch after dinner. Katie is smiling, the TV cheerfully burbles in the background. "I feel really good!"

Later, right before bed, as I fill up water bottles in the kitchen, the ice cube I dropped skitters across the floor, and I find myself about to burst into tears for no reason at all.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016


In the midst of emptying the dishwasher, a wave of exhaustion cuts the legs out from under me, and I start to panic a little.

"Pookie, can you help me finish cleaning in the kitchen?" I ask Katie where she's lying on the couch in the family room.

"Nope, sorry," she says, rising with a half-smile. "You're gonna have to handle this on your own."

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

So, Kind of the Opposite

"Is this gonna freak her out?" the woman sitting on our stoop waiting for a bus says, extending her hand toward the doge.

"She's not going to bite you," I say, shrugging, "but she was a rescue, and she wasn't really socialized properly when she was little."

"I've got a cat like that," the woman says. "She loves being the center of attention, but only so, when you try to pet her, she can fuck you up."