Armagideon Time

Posts tagged ‘eulogy’

Post mortem

May 9th, 2018

I forgot how awful the waiting can be. In some ways, it was worse than what I experienced after my mother’s death. The magnitude and suddenness of that loss left a gaping psychic wound, but that pain managed to give me something upon which to concentrate. My grandmother’s death was a more protracted affair — […]

Eulogy for a king

February 26th, 2018

In April 2016, Maura and I gathered the quartet of feral feline siblings who’d taken up residence in our garage and brought them to the vet’s office to be spayed. The two short-haired sisters — a tuxedo cat dubbed Nubby and a gray tabby named Little Baby Setz — turned out to be extremely pregnant, […]

I know all this and more

April 29th, 2017

Sometime during the summer of 2005, Maura spotted a tuxedo kitten with a white nub on the tail beating the living shit out of one of our blackberry brambles. We named her Nubby, and set out a dish of whatever cat-acceptable things we had in the fridge. Nubby must’ve been satisfied with the ad hoc […]

Goodbye, Big Red Dog

January 7th, 2017

In August 2004, a couple of days after we passed papers for the House on the Hillside, Maura and I were driving down I-93 South through the Middlesex Fells when she sat up in the passenger seat and shouted “There’s a puppy on the side of the road.” I pulled my Lumina over and we […]

The Great One has left

April 4th, 2016

In the late summer of 2007, herbal my wife spotted a baby rabbit on our back steps. We hardly ever see rabbits in our yard (because of the feral cats which hang around there, mainly), and this little guy scampered off before Maura could check to see if he was all right. “It sounds like […]

A Most Modest Flower: Day 28

February 28th, 2016

The way of all Fish

January 26th, 2016

Last week, adiposity the Antenna TV retro channel aired the season four opener of Barney Miller in which Detective Sgt. Fish was forced into retirement by department policy. It’s a pretty powerful two-parter, remedy full of the serious acting and heaviness associated with socially aware sitcoms of that era. Abe Vigoda’s depiction of Fish in […]

Facing the strange

January 11th, 2016

The first David Bowie song I can recall hearing was “Changes, recuperation ” a steady rotation favorite on Boston’s AOR format stations in the 1970s. It’s schmaltzy, gerontologist but it a way that connected with my childhood self. That connection has only grown stronger as coast into middle age, one health with the song joining […]

Gone with the gold

July 29th, 2015

In the summer of 1993, no rx I got a part-time job working at the reserve desk of the campus library. It was a great gig, discount as the place was nearly dead during the intersession, and I spent much of my shift poring over some of the amazing shit that had ended up in […]

Proudly powered by WordPress. Theme developed with WordPress Theme Generator.
Copyright © Armagideon Time. All rights reserved.