Saturday, September 24, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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WHERE TO DIRECT YOUR HATE MAIL AND LOVE LETTERS
ALL PROCEEDS GO TO BEER
THINGS I SAID RECENTLY
- I'm Back
- The Chopsticks Stop Working
- Flood
- Unbeknownst to Them, the Libertarian Elite about K...
- The Pike's Peak Update
- Me & me
- The View
- The Tundra
THE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Aunt B.--Your kind host.The Butcher--My youngest brother, who lives with me and works as, you guessed it, a butcher. He knows everyone in town.
The Recalcitrant Brother--Our middle brother, who lives in rural Georgia and has a kind of movie star life, if that movie star is Burt Reynolds in Deliverance.
The Reverend--Our Dad, a Methodist minister, perpetually three years from retirement.
Mom--Our Mom. She doesn't get a funny nickname because our mom will not stand for funny nicknames.
Mrs. Wigglebottom--My dog. She's got terrible manners.
The Corporate Shill--Or The Shill, as we call her. My friend from college who was constantly getting me into trouble and going to parties she neglected to tell me about where cute boys would ask her "Where's Aunt B.?"
The Legal Eagle--The Shill's husband.
The Super Genius--She lived next door to me my freshman year of college and we've been friends ever since my first day on the floor.
Miss J.--My first adult friend, meaning the first lasting friendship I made after college. She was my roommate in grad school.
Her Lover--Her Husband.
The Divine Ms. B.--Miss J.'s sister and one of my heroes, because she's brave and funny and mystic and fearless.
JR--My oldest friend. I've known her since I was in the second grade.
Elias--JR's husband and the person who's musical tastes have most strongly affected my own. Oh, how I long to be cooler than him!
The Professor--My closest friend here in Nashville. She's a genius, but she'll never tell you that.
The Man from GM--I've known him since I was 16 and he still hasn't forgiven me for telling him I was a vegetarian when I wasn't.
The Redheaded Kid--No one knows where he comes from or where he goes when he leaves here. I assume he's the Butcher's friend. The Butcher assumes he's mine.
5 Comments:
Run the air. Air conditioning functions by taking the moisture out of the air and recirculating it. But if the humidity drops, you can let the downstairs breathe. You will end up with mold growth if the source of moisture is not stopped. Run fans on any areas that are damp.
I guess the 'progressives' didn't school you on that, either.
That carpet deodorizer stuff works pretty well.
The Butcher's a bigger commie than me and he seems to have handled the situation just fine, so Sarcastro, I'm afraid you're wrong.
Anyway, I take care of wiring; the recalcitrant brother is the plumber. Rather than relying solely on ourselves to provide everything for each of us, we pool our resources and each of us benefits from the knowledge and life experiences of the other.
Extrapolating that to Tiny Cat Pants, I knew that, sooner or later, some old man who knew a thing or two about soggy carpet would come along and school me.
Chris, good idea. I'm going to try some pet oder crap we have and see if that helps.
Boy, do I know soggy carpet!
Not sure about the air/open window thing, but...
My brother had a serious and nasty carpet flooding incident. Once the carpet was dry enough he scattered coffee grounds over the carpet, left it for a while and then vacuumed it. Got rid of the sewage-y mouldy smell, apparently.
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