Penalty Box

Today, a replacement box of archive boxes was delivered by Office Depot as we had run out. The box must have been stored near some rusty pipes because the whole top of it is covered in rust.

Guess who didn’t notice that and leaned next to the box in her light gray lightweight wool BR suit pants?

Guess who tried to get the resulting large orange stain on her left thigh out with soap from the bathroom and then with club soda?

Guess who now has a much much lighter rust stain next to a bizzarish water mark?

These pants are hitting the dry cleaners tomorrow. I made a sign for the box that no one is to go near it; it is in trouble with me.

God Bless You, Mr. Vonnegut

I have been super busy the past few weeks, too busy to have even caught the news that author (and some time Cape Cod resident) Kurt Vonnegut has passed away.

After reading Slaughterhouse Five my junior year of high school, I began devouring his books. They helped me come to terms with my personal frustration with the establishment of that particular time: the Gulf War and the Thomas Supreme Court hearings. I found his novels accessible and evocative in a way that I am sure a generation before me found J.D. Salinger.

Anyhow, I like this quote that the NY Times chose to include in his obituary:

“Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — ‘God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.’ ”

So it goes.