Toddler Harbat is confused. When I suggest we take her tricycle out, she probably envisions sitting in a recliner while the scenery blurs past, preferably with a chocolate milk in one hand and a pony with long Technicolor hair riding…
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Home for the Holidays
There’s nothing like family traditions to remind you it’s holiday time. When I was growing up our family would make Christmas bread each December, locating a floury notecard with the recipe my grandmother jotted down in slanting cursive. Every year…
Rain, Gone Away
There’s been some rain here in California—maybe you’ve heard. Our “storm events” here in San Diego are usually either several days of continuous misty rain with the intensity of falling dust or a several-hour sky-purge of Biblical proportions. This storm…
Family at the Holidays
There really is no substitute for family. Good or bad, many or few, family is family. Toddler Harbat is overjoyed to have family in town. Last week it was my sister and future brother-in-law, this week it’s her grandparents. These…
Let’s Dance
David Bowie said it best: “Let’s dance!” Toddler Harbat got an early Christmas present last night: ballet slippers. Having just seen The Nutcracker, she’s in full ballet mode. When I say ballet I mean slam dancing. I’ll grant that the…
Ballet, Drums, and Rain
These are the three components of a successful weekend and I can prove it. Begin with ballet. Put together Christmas themes, candy and toys, live music, and dresses that are the nes plus ultra of chiffon frippery, and you have…
Seismic Activity
Last night I dreamt I was walking down the halls of my high school – so far so good. This is a common one and usually involves some forgotten algebra class, an unreadable class schedule, difficulty finding home room, that…
What Don’t Pictures Say?
My wife downloaded her ten thousandth app for her iPhone recently, something that makes pictures look like they were taken with an Instamatic. Here’s one shot of me wiping TH’s nose as she slobbers her way through a lemon lollipop.…
Should Christmas be Cancelled?
It was a tired joke twenty years ago, now it’s a tradition. When the holiday season approaches, and that means any time after September, I begin the Christmas cancellation notices. The origins of the notices are clouded in ancient history…
Handmade Gifts
I love the idea of homemade gifts but really I don’t know how to make many things well. I tried to make a bookcase for my wife and with the uneven routed edges and sloppy sealant it basically looks like…
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