Blood runs like sweat down the white beadboard of the kitchen cabinets. Our beagle is restless, sniffing the air. His nose leads him around the kitchen, a toy duck pulled by the string. Don butchered while I was out. Butchered in the kitchen. The kitchen. I was aware, before I headed out tonight,…
Tag: obsessive
Nine Lives
Teresa Bloomingdale’s I Should Have Seen It Coming When The Rabbit Died opens with that very line. In Stephen King’s Pet Semetary, Jud says, “Sometimes dead is better.” Well, I should have seen it coming when the cat died. And though it pains me to disagree with Mr. King, dead wasn’t better this…
My Maine Problem
As it turns out, watching Lake Placid two days before you leave for a lakeside vacation in Maine is a really terrible idea. I always think I will be able to keep the zebras under control. And I am always wrong. And I know I shouldn’t do such things, but when Don is on overnight call and…
Sandwich Generation
Remember last week? When I said I try to alternate who I talk about? Well everyone in those posts has taken a stand against me. Against my guiding principles. It’s almost like they contest the things I’ve said about them. Which is weird. It’s all true. It all started ten days ago….