My Dog is Chelsea

1. Am back in Portland, but not after spending nearly two days in and/or in very close proximity to airports. On Monday my flight home was delayed for two hours, then we boarded and sat AT THE GATE for nearly four hours, only to have the flight cancelled. I then waited on line at [...]

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For those of you waiting with bated breath over whether or not my mother reads my blog: it came up over dinner last night. As expected, she only reads it when a coworker forwards it to her, which happens if the blog is actually about her. (So you might still be in luck, Dan.)
Anyway, tonight I’m [...]

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He was pretty heavy-handed with the horn, even for a New York City taxi driver. Although not without justification: a few cars ahead of us, a someone was holding up the traffic with an amateur attempt at a parallel parking job. Anyone could see that the spot wasn’t big enough.
But hope springs eternal when you’re [...]

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Thank you to all for your thoughts and sympathy. I arrived today in New York City and the funeral is tomorrow. I will update more when I have more to say.
My mother is dusting every corner of the apartment at the moment. In fact, just twenty minutes ago, we were heading to the kitchen when she stopped in [...]

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My mother and my cocofraumosi* Bev arrived on Friday afternoon with an uncharacteristically laissez-faire attitude.
“We’re flexible,” said Bev. “We’ll do whatever.”
“Are you hungry?” I asked. “Would you like to stop at the hotel first or should we go straight to lunch?”
“Oh, we’ll do whatever you want to do,” my mother chimed in. “We’re on vacation—we [...]

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