Sharing the World with the Undead
Biographical Musings from the Zombie Jar
My previous post makes it sound as if little child-rearing took place during my young life. That’s not true. The world according to parents was explained to me regularly. I got a few whippings when I was little. Safety issues were hot-buttons. If you were not supposed to cross the street, big people would get very excited when… Read More
What did you do as a child that got you in the most trouble with your parents? How did they handle it? Ummm… did I get in trouble? I must have. I don’t remember that trouble, though. Too many years have gone by and trouble never lasted for long. My parents worried about me. I was… Read More
They auto-renewed this blog. I did not fight the use of whatever charge card they found. So here I am again. Hello readers! I just retired. It’s a quasi-retirement in the sense that I might have to put up a tent in Mossyrock to live on my retirement from my 10 years of teaching. But… Read More
A zombie-free reminiscence: The biography jar strikes again. Did anyone selecting these topics ever think to include a nice, short slip of paper like, “What is your favorite kind of jelly?” Or even which Dr. Who was your personal favorite and why? No, I seem to be picking long topics from the jar. I remember all… Read More
More zombie-free reminiscences: The slip of paper from the jar says to tell about holiday traditions. I’ll start with Halloween, a holiday that has mostly faded from view since the children grew up. We used to costume shop, shop for candy and buy decorations for the house which we sometimes managed to get up, a lame display… Read More
(Suspicious moans have been heard from the district board office, but no one has gone to explore the little brick building across the street. Frankly, Jocelyn is pretty sure she will be better off if that office is now filled with zombies. Nobody inside has appeared to be using their brains for quite some time… Read More
The biography jar offered up the following topic: Tell about home cures or old wives’ tales for curing hiccups, warts, toothaches, colds, earaches, birth control, arthritis, etc. Ummm… The jar strikes again. What kind of a silly topic is this? We don’t have many such cures here. I suppose I could record a few:… Read More
My soup favorites change with time. Clam Chowder has always been a contender. Various squash soups run high on the list. My current favorite is pozole. I liked the Panera Bread version so much that I bought a couple of cups to go and told Albert to reproduce the contents of those paper cups. He has become much… Read More
The slip from the jar asks a disquieting question: What is a favorite family place to go with your spouse and kids? This question ought to be a no-brainer. When I was a kid, the answer for my parents would have been camping at the Pacific Ocean. We pitched our tent regularly and those cold… Read More
The biography jar threw out a tricky topic, one I tend to stay away from in posts and daily life. Among other considerations, I believe that political oratory becomes largely wasted by the late twenties. By middle-age, nobody changes nobodies mind no how. I can put all the cogent arguments in favor of the Green… Read More
