Author: Tripping Raul
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Baching it!
Yes, yes, yes! While I’m not entirelyon my own this weekend, it’s close enough. Random weekends with just me and the kids are filled with frivolity and adventure. We do radical things, like eat Brussels sprouts and popcorn for lunch and grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. We watch really bad movies or ‘What Not…
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I want to play
I was a junior in high school. He was a large man both in stature and in girth, a round, soft face segueing into the standard, square white-collar-and-black-shirt. I’m not sure if he was always eating when we met or if I just remember it that way. No matter, this jovial priest told me something in my…
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Metaphor
I realized today that this photo of me grabbing Tom Brady’s @$$, taken while partying during the Super Bowl, is a metaphor for my life. Interesting. This is of course before I had the angry, writhing meltdown cursing God (similar to the river scene in “Dogma”) because the Patriots lost. .…
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Working from the Wilderness
It worked fine yesterday in the office, of course. But now as I test out my ability to work at home (while waiting for my new washing machine to arrive), it’s giving me fits. I guess I’m only linked to pages in Contribute within a mile or two of the office.…
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Resilience
We tried to let her sleep downstairs, but Raul wouldn’t have any of it. He’s too territorial. So at 2 a.m. Lily burst into our room and plopped her on the bed. It was dark and I couldn’t see her save for the faded streetlights reflecting off the cone. “Is…
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Good news
Do I dare to hope? I looked at my husband yesterday and the 25 pounds he has lost are making a difference. He is beginning to look like this guy I used to adore. I found myself, well, almost giddy. Most certainly hopeful. “Cautiously optimistic.” For years I’ve been looking…
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The morning after
I dragged my wretched carcass out of bed at 6 a.m. Saturday morning to set out to a bridal shower in Grand Junction. I didn’t know if it was exhaustion, the wine the night before or general self loathing, but I was a hopeless emotional waste. Overwhelmed in so many…
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Bye bye Palomino
It wasn’t the farewell I wanted. I had it planned. The Palomino was going to be gone after this weekend and of course we had to say goodbye: To reminisce and toast the place and thank it for the great times we had there. D and I first stumbled into…
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Yet another Wednesday
My hunger strike lasted 24 hours. That’s pretty good, don’t you think? I was just waiting for something good to happen to me, but my meds musta finally kicked in because all the sudden it seemed like everything was just peachy. Or maybe it was just because I was hungry. Maybe, just maybe things…
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Downtown
I usually don’t walk that way anymore. I tell myself it’s because I’m lazy, taking the mall shuttle to the corner of 16th and Lawrence then walking two blocks, rather than taking the bus to Market and cutting across four blocks. I’m not lazy, though. I have to be honest. I’ve…
At Least They're Committed 