Archive for December, 2003

S.A.D.

Thursday, December 4th, 2003

Is it possible for seasonal affective disorder to kick in after only 3 days of cold weather? I hope so, because I’m blaming the weather for my rotten mood. I’m counting down the days to Christmas vacation, when I’ll be able to escape the snow, and family drama.


I’ll be visiting this joker:



Temperature in Cambridge, MA: 30 degrees


Temperature in San Diego, CA: 70 degrees

S.A.D.

Thursday, December 4th, 2003

Is it possible for seasonal affective disorder to kick in after only 3 days of cold weather? I hope so, because I’m blaming the weather for my rotten mood. I’m counting down the days to Christmas vacation, when I’ll be able to escape the snow, and family drama.


I’ll be visiting this joker:



Temperature in Cambridge, MA: 30 degrees


Temperature in San Diego, CA: 70 degrees

Domestic Compromise

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003

There are many available grades of toilet paper, and only one tp holder in the bathroom. I prefer quilted, quadruple ply, triple rolls of pillow-soft bath tissue. Peeler likes the public-bathroom grade, single ply toilet paper. It’s just not a big enough deal to argue about, and I know that I can go up to Kansas when I need a little extra padding. But there’s one thing I hate about the Scott brand tissue:



The dreaded single-ply shred.

Domestic Compromise

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003

There are many available grades of toilet paper, and only one tp holder in the bathroom. I prefer quilted, quadruple ply, triple rolls of pillow-soft bath tissue. Peeler likes the public-bathroom grade, single ply toilet paper. It’s just not a big enough deal to argue about, and I know that I can go up to Kansas when I need a little extra padding. But there’s one thing I hate about the Scott brand tissue:



The dreaded single-ply shred.

Domestic Compromise

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2003

There are many available grades of toilet paper, and only one tp holder in the bathroom. I prefer quilted, quadruple ply, triple rolls of pillow-soft bath tissue. Peeler likes the public-bathroom grade, single ply toilet paper. It’s just not a big enough deal to argue about, and I know that I can go up to Kansas when I need a little extra padding. But there’s one thing I hate about the Scott brand tissue:



The dreaded single-ply shred.

Def December

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003

Snow on the ground means one thing for me: Falling down. It’s not easy being a klutz in New England in the wintertime. In the webloggian spirit of sharing, I bring you


Swans’s Winter Tips:


Make sure your shoes are properly treaded. Go to the nice shoe man on Prospect Street in Cambridge and ask for Vibram heels – he’ll hook you up.


Do not step in the icy slush in the gutters and on street corners. It may look like solid ground, but it’s not. You might sink up to your hip. I speak from experience.


Be tidy when brushing your teeth in the morning. If you let the toothpaste foam run all over your mouth and chin, you’ll get an unwelcome, menthol-enhanced chill when you step outside. I guess this tip doesn’t have anything to do with falling down. Moving on.


When clearing sidewalks and driveways use sand or ice melt. Some people have a penchant for a melt named “The Heat”, but I like sand. It’s all about the grit. And it makes miniature street beaches in the springtime.


And last, but not least: Shovels are for paved surfaces. Smells.

Def December

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003

Snow on the ground means one thing for me: Falling down. It’s not easy being a klutz in New England in the wintertime. In the webloggian spirit of sharing, I bring you


Swans’s Winter Tips:


Make sure your shoes are properly treaded. Go to the nice shoe man on Prospect Street in Cambridge and ask for Vibram heels – he’ll hook you up.


Do not step in the icy slush in the gutters and on street corners. It may look like solid ground, but it’s not. You might sink up to your hip. I speak from experience.


Be tidy when brushing your teeth in the morning. If you let the toothpaste foam run all over your mouth and chin, you’ll get an unwelcome, menthol-enhanced chill when you step outside. I guess this tip doesn’t have anything to do with falling down. Moving on.


When clearing sidewalks and driveways use sand or ice melt. Some people have a penchant for a melt named “The Heat”, but I like sand. It’s all about the grit. And it makes miniature street beaches in the springtime.


And last, but not least: Shovels are for paved surfaces. Smells.

Def December

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003

Snow on the ground means one thing for me: Falling down. It’s not easy being a klutz in New England in the wintertime. In the webloggian spirit of sharing, I bring you


Swans’s Winter Tips:


Make sure your shoes are properly treaded. Go to the nice shoe man on Prospect Street in Cambridge and ask for Vibram heels – he’ll hook you up.


Do not step in the icy slush in the gutters and on street corners. It may look like solid ground, but it’s not. You might sink up to your hip. I speak from experience.


Be tidy when brushing your teeth in the morning. If you let the toothpaste foam run all over your mouth and chin, you’ll get an unwelcome, menthol-enhanced chill when you step outside. I guess this tip doesn’t have anything to do with falling down. Moving on.


When clearing sidewalks and driveways use sand or ice melt. Some people have a penchant for a melt named “The Heat”, but I like sand. It’s all about the grit. And it makes miniature street beaches in the springtime.


And last, but not least: Shovels are for paved surfaces. Smells.

The Waning of 2003

Monday, December 1st, 2003

Happy December! I’m not sure how December snuck up on us like that, because I did not see him coming. If it wasn’t such a gray, angry day and – wait, now it’s clear and sunny. December, you’ve got to step up here. I need to be won over by your winterness, or I’m going to order a November do-over. Oh, that sounds good. Who’s with me?

The Waning of 2003

Monday, December 1st, 2003

Happy December! I’m not sure how December snuck up on us like that, because I did not see him coming. If it wasn’t such a gray, angry day and – wait, now it’s clear and sunny. December, you’ve got to step up here. I need to be won over by your winterness, or I’m going to order a November do-over. Oh, that sounds good. Who’s with me?