Archive: September, 2017
September 20th, 2017 [No Comments]

Jingles all the way

by Angela

I never quite understood the phenomenon of Christmas in July.

If you’re really into Christmas, why not keep it rolling all year long? Continue reading » » »

September 15th, 2017 [1 Comment]

Wouldn’t it be Lovey?

by Angela

It’s Hungry Ghost Month in the Chinese lunar calendar.

It’s Hungry Ghost Millennium in the Tabby’s Place Lounge. Continue reading » » »

September 13th, 2017 [1 Comment]

Old pharts

by Angela

In the immortal words of They Might Be Giants, you’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older.

And now you’re even older.
And now you’re even older. Continue reading » » »

September 7th, 2017 [1 Comment]


by Angela

Loving other creatures is not for the faint of heart.

As we relearned too well this week, love can leach our tears and our wails and our patience. Continue reading » » »

September 6th, 2017 [2 Comments]

Forever Loved: Meatball and Tyke

by Angela

There are weeks that power your perseverance, and weeks that push your fist higher and higher into the restless sky. The start of September in Ringoes, NJ was one of the latter.

We lost Meatball. We lost Tyke. And I’m not ashamed to report that we lost our patience with reality.

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