myopic pilgrim

haiku: summer threatening / ice cubes rattling in my glass / not turning on A/C

It’s strange enough with the “no garbage” sign, but coupled with the smaller “trash only” sign, I’m totally confused.

haiku: snappy one-liners / am I witty like Chandler? / no; more like my dad

Last Sunday after Sunday worship at church my wife tells me she’s going into the men’s restroom to get Mateo. She didn’t see him right away. She finds him in the stall, scooping water out of the toilet into his mouth. Or maybe just to wash his mouth.

We had lunch at Lamppost Pizza (which is really good, by the way) with a two other young families. Mateo was being willful. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t want to sit down. I spent most of lunch standing outside with him. We figured he was tired because on Sundays he doesn’t get a morning nap.

When we’re saying good-bye to everyone in the parking lot, he vomits on me. Twice. Read the rest of this entry »

Last month I had the chance to help Evelyn Mount pack food for seniors in Reno. I know what you’re thinking. It’s not Thanksgiving or Christmas; that’s when Evelyn Mount does her stuff. Apparently, she works all year round, providing food baskets for seniors.

MaryJo was there for few hours, but it was mainly just me and another guy, Bob. Usually it’s just Bob. He gives Mrs. Mount a hard time, telling her to go in a take a nap. They seem to have good rapport with each other even though Bob only started volunteering regularly since last Thanksgiving.

Mrs. Mount has a carport over her driveway. I ducked to walk underneath it, but not far enough. I cut my head pretty good. Read the rest of this entry »