rain – Mark Petruska

Cold AFF

It has been cold AF here lately. If you don’t know the meaning of AF, you’re not hip to the lingo. (The fact that I used the phrase “hip to the lingo” probably indicates that I am not hip to the lingo, either. Oh, well.) AF simply means “as f**k.” I’m sure you can fillContinue reading “Cold AFF”

Un-July

Living in the Pacific Northwest, there isn’t a lot of variation in the weather. A typical January day looks like this: Peek outside in March, and you’re liable to see this: Curious about November? Here’s what you’re going to find: Yes, it’s very often a broken record around these parts. But there is a briefContinue reading “Un-July”

Yabba Dabba Dammit

I can sum up Halloween this year in one word: wet. That much, we were expecting. Forecasters were telling us we were in for a good soaking three to four days in advance. What we were not expecting was the cancellation of our Tour of Untimely Departures at Lone Fir Cemetery, an event we’d purchased ticketsContinue reading “Yabba Dabba Dammit”

Needless Worrying? That’s My Specialty.

Today has been luxuriously lazy. I’ve done nothing but lounge around, drinking coffee, eating a breakfast of Spam and eggs, and watching mind-numbing sitcoms on television. I think there may have been a brief, unplanned nap thrown in for good measure, as well. Exactly what I needed after a hectic three-day work symposium that hadContinue reading “Needless Worrying? That’s My Specialty.”

The Umbrella Clause

Last week, I chastised Tara for dashing through the rain. We were going out to eat at our favorite local Mexican restaurant, and when we arrived a light drizzle – really, nothing more than a gentle mist – was falling. Tara ran across the parking lot as if being chased by a pack of RepublicansContinue reading “The Umbrella Clause”

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Want to see a grown man cry? Show him a hot shower after he’s gone two and a half days without. When there are 54 hours worth of whiskers on his unshaven face and every stitch of his clothes smells like a campfire. Tears of joy, mind you – but tears nonetheless. The good newsContinue reading “Drip. Drip. Drip.”