“It’s wonderful and it’s horrible,” Ben said.
I had said something to him about how awesome it was that he and his wife were so successful -
“People say that to us all the time,” he said.
“But the truth is
and it’s awful.”
There was a three second pause between each phrase, since he was drunk.
and it’s abysmal.
and it’s hell.”
He seemed to be referring to their marriage.
“The reason you’re not successful,” he continued,
you don’t push yourself.”
“Yeah, I’m lazy,” I said.
“You’re not lazy. But
you don’t push yourself.”He went on. A few feet away, Alex and Jim sat quietly on the couch with their newborn daughter, hearing an unsolicited but probably very necessary pep talk.
“If you die, I get your Vitamix,” Piper said.
“I get your All-Clad skillets,” Akela replied.
“Doesn’t anyone want any of my stuff?” I asked.
“I’ll take your trash cans,” Piper said after a while.
I own a bunch of attractive Japanese trash cans made from ayous wood. One of them cost me $70.
“What about my laptop?”
“I’d prefer your trash cans.”
“Uh . . . I’ll . . . " She couldn’t think of anything.
For Christmas, I gave Mom several presents, including a set of artisan felted wool coasters. The set consisted of two mustard yellow coasters and two royal blue coasters, with an artsy silkscreened design on the top of each coaster.
After a few months, I noticed that Mom consistently used the blue coasters on the correct side and the yellow coasters turned over to wrong side.
"You don’t like the yellow coasters?" I asked her one day.
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