Friday, June 11, 2004 FOLKS . . .
My eye is on the butterfly. I shouldn't be looking at it but it's, like, right there. You expect me to close my eyes? Then they'd really wonder.
Thursday, June 10, 2004 FOLKS . . .
So you teach the kids all the things you've learned about life. All that good stuff about the straight and narrow and how making babies will be so much more fun when they can feed them and pay the rent. . . .
Wednesday, June 9, 2004 FOLKS . . .
Fran sat down beside me with her tea. "So I was right after all," I said. "About fanning the flames of passion."
Tuesday, June 8, 2004 FOLKS . . .
I'm not one to say I told you so. The quiet satisfaction of knowing I was right and she was wrong has always been good enough for me.
Monday, June 7, 2004 FOLKS . . .
We were driving home from the supermarket. Bananas 19 cents a pound. Banana Cakes Ahead!
Friday, May 7, 2004 FOLKS . . .
I poured him a nice warm Guinness and he went straight to my piano and sang us a beautiful Elton John song. The one about the candle in the wind. Very nicely done, too.
Thursday, May 6, 2004 Folks ...
"Bloody hell! It's a bleedin' wolf!" A Siberian husky can look a lot like a timber wolf when you're nose-to-nose with him at 6 a.m -- especially if you're someone who grew up with spotted dick and a Queen.
Wednesday, May 5, 2004 FOLKS . . .
"They're here." They'd flown in from Manchester. Daughter 04 and her Englishman.
Tuesday, May 4, 2004 FOLKS . . .
It was the Englishman's Meet the Parents visit and we wanted to get it right.
Monday, May 3, 2004 FOLKS . . .
So Daughter 04 called from the Emergency Department to say her Blackpool Brit broke his finger working on their woodpile.
Friday, April 9, 2004 FOLKS . . .
This wasn't just another cheese omelet. Fran was cooking something serious.
Thursday, April 8, 2004 FOLKS . . .
With me it's bears. With Fran it's snakes -- but I blame Charley for that.
Wednesday, April 7, 2004 FOLKS . . .
I was still stretched out on my air mattress when Fran came into the room.
Tuesday, April 6, 2004 Folks ...
I was thinking thoughts of Spring: Buckwheat pancakes with maple syrup and peanut butter, Cedar Waxwings, Red-winged Blackbirds, stuff like that.
Monday, April 5, 2004 Folks ...
"I'm a little worried about my gender, hon." I was in my chair with my laptop. Fran was sewing a button.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004 FOLKS . . .
Emilie was here to practice her Irish song. "Do you know 'How Are Things In Glocca Morra,' Grandpa?" she'd asked a few days earlier.
Friday, March 5, 2004 FOLKS . . .
One of my aunts gave us an electric heating blanket for our wedding but I never got to plug it in. Not once.
Thursday, March 4, 2004 FOLKS . . .
My Mom's mom. Her husband was a blacksmith but he died young in the big flu.
Wednesday, March 3, 2004 FOLKS . . .
I can always tell when they've been talking about me. Fran gets up and asks if they want more tea or juice. The minute I come into the room.
Tuesday, March 2, 2004 FOLKS . . .
"You awake?" "Hmmmm." "Something I need to ask," I said. "You ever get the feeling we're living in a box? A small box."
Monday, March 1, 2004 FOLKS . . .
They call it The Call -- and I'm not on it. It started out on Wednesdays five years ago but they changed it to Tuesday so they could watch "The West Wing."
Friday, February 6, 2004 Folks ...
It's in the woods: They had to chop down trees or you wouldn't see it at all.
Thursday, February 5, 2004 Folks ..
They met on the high seas. Working on a cruise ship. Daughter No. 4 and the Brit.
Wednesday, February 4, 2004 FOLKS . . .
Fran won't Google. She didn't Yahoo either. I sleep with a woman who never clicked on Search.
Tuesday, February 3, 2004 FOLKS . . .
There we were. Super Bowl Sunday. Fran with her tea, me with a splash of Chianti.
Monday, February 2, 2004 FOLKS . . .
Somebody is pregnant. I knew it the minute I walked into Fran's little sewing room.
Friday, January 9, 2004 FOLKS . . .
School holiday so Emilie is spending the day with Grandma and Grandpa again.
Thursday, January 8, 2004 FOLKS . . .
"Seventeen, cute and dangerous. He waits for her out front every morning. But 13 is too young for 17, you know.''
Wednesday, January 7, 2004 FOLKS . . .
Louise doesn't take sides. Fran says that's what makes her a good mentor. She's a good listener.
Tuesday, January 6, 2004 FOLKS . . .
"The wine is for my heart, hon. You read the papers. Red wine is a health food today.''
Monday, January 5, 2004 FOLKS
They want to talk about New Year's resolutions. Less wine, more exercise, denial, deprivation, stuff like that.
Thursday, December 25, 2003 A Folks Christmas
“You didn't forget his cookies and cake?'' the kids always ask when they call or drop in on Christmas Day.
Wednesday, December 24, 2003 A Folks Christmas
“You didn't forget his cookies and cake?'' the kids always ask when they call or drop in on Christmas Day.
Friday, December 5, 2003 FOLKS . . .
They work in the glow of eyes that are seeing things for the very first time.
Thursday, December 4, 2003 FOLKS . . .
I headed straight to the kitchen with it. Fran and Louise were fixing their Earl Grey.
Wednesday, December 3, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Fran and I rise and shine early. . Kids do that to you. You lose the ability to sleep in.
Tuesday, December 2, 2003 FOLKS . . .
I wasn't going to mention it. Last night was last night. You have to move on.
Monday, December 1, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Laugh at me in any number of locales but not in bed. There's a time and place for funny but it isn't in bed.
Friday, November 7, 2003 FOLKS . . .
I've been out raking leaves. I wouldn't bother but the neighbors complain.
Thursday, November 6, 2003 FOLKS . . .
"Dental bills doesn't cover it. Ask Louise. Her little Tommy was watching an old "Seinfeld'' the other night. The one where Elaine is talking about faking it."
Wednesday, November 5, 2003 FOLKS . . .
"Manicures, pedicures, Dead Sea mud facials. Men are doing all that today. But no spas or toe jobs for Jimmy. You buzz my hair fergodsakes."
Tuesday, November 4, 2003 FOLKS . . .
It's four o'clock in the morning. Can't sleep so I'm out on the balcony with my new camera and tripod. It's a digital.
FOLKS . . .
It's four o'clock in the morning. Can't sleep so I'm out on the balcony with my new camera and tripod. It's a digital.
Monday, November 3, 2003 FOLKS . . .
It happened several weeks ago, but I'm still reeling. "You see this, hon? Mary Mitchell. The columnist. She's going to have an erotic fantasy about some teenager who accosted her on the street. "
Saturday, October 11, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Fran and Louise are talking about hormones and hot flashes. I'm still waiting for my Caraway rye.
Friday, October 10, 2003 FOLKS . . .
"You'll need an apron. "Great! I've always liked a nice apron."
Thursday, October 9, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Louise is back. Her problem still unsolved. "It's not me," she says. "I've always been good with change. Even the big stuff."
Wednesday, October 8, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Louise lives next door and comes over a lot. They sit at the kitchen table and drink tea. She'd like to smoke but I won't let her.
Tuesday, October 7, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Fran was dripping her coffee when I came down for breakfast. We filter by hand. One cup at a time. The coffee machine is for company.
Monday, October 6, 2003 FOLKS . . .
Fran's a little cautious with new stuff. Nothing wrong with that. I tend to jump right in. People say we balance each other off.
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