Posts from December, 2010
I’m literally high on the presents here.
I fully expect to display the same giddiness tomorrow.
(And yes, I’ve always had a big noggin. All them brains in there.)
Rock Center, 1984 (Spooky)
(Because “nostalgia” sounds like a disease.)
I think my tears are appropriate when Santa looks like that.
I bound out of bed middle of the night convinced that our neighborhood’s dedicated squirrels were about to break through the bedroom wall.
Reluctantly, nervously, I stood there in our icy bedroom wearing an old t-shirt and some too-loose socks, thinking about where I’d be bitten first. But when I looked to the corner window casing that’s been chewed through, I saw no evidence of fresh squirrel activity. So I stood some more, looking up and down, down and up in the dark old room.
My nighttime brain is much more frantic [and yet sleep-obsessed and foggy] than my daytime brain. So when the scrappier noises kicked up, I was beyond convinced that the squirrels were about to launch a full on attack and that at least twelve of them would come falling through the ceiling joists and crawling up through the floorboards any second. In my waking nightmare, there was also a beefy squirrel punching his way through the wall itself, like some kind of rodent Chucky. Worse and worse it seemed to get, but even half-asleep, I knew it was all speculation, so I couldn’t wake Eric for the fifteenth squirrel scare this year.
But then the familiar sounds of pinging and water rushing.
The thought crossed my mind for a moment that the boiler was merely inciting the squirrel attack, freaking them out from the basement, but I listened for a minute more and cursed this old house.
Heat coming up should not sound like squirrels working on their armament behind the walls.