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DMV, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. The first time your license expires after you turn 70, you have to show up in person at the DMV regardless of how good a driving record you have. I guess they want to make sure you haven’t gone blind and that you still have enough synapses firing to pass the written test. I decided to get my Real ID at the same time.
From time to time, my husband has observed: “It must be really hard living inside your head.” Alas, this is often true. I wish brains could have an off switch where you could say, “OK, we’re done for today! Do not even THINK of contacting me again until at least 7 a.m.” But my brain just never wants to quit. Around 2 a.m. I wake up and start pondering both ponderables and imponderables. They just won’t go away no matter what tricks I use to get them to shut up.
After our beloved English bulldog Winston died suddenly of a heart attack in our living room in 2016, Olof and I were so flattened that we swore we’d never have another dog. But a local rescue agency with radar for mushballs asked us to foster several dogs “just for a week,” and before we knew it, we were suddenly the adoptive parents of Lily, a 7-year-old 15-pound bichon-poodle with rotten teeth and breath so bad it could scorch your eyebrows. This was apparently why she had been relinquished by her former owner.
I hope you’re paying attention because this is a serious subject. I’m talking toilet paper roll inflation. There was a time, and I’m talking like five years ago, that toilet paper rolls were pretty standard. This, of course, was because the toilet paper dispensers in most bathrooms were pretty standard, too. But then Double Rolls came along — twice as much toilet paper in one roll so you presumably only had to change it half as often, unless you had a toddler who liked to grab the end and run through the house with it. (I once had such a toddler.) Or in a moment of temporary insanity, you went for the street food in Tijuana. (No amount of toilet paper in the world will cover that.)
In honor of the 10th anniversary of “Let Inga Tell You,” and having run out of pretty much anything else to say (not that this will stop me from writing the column), I have been mining my memories of Pleasantville High School Class of ’65 and our subsequent reunions in my last two columns. Try to contain your excitement. In order to get people to read past the first paragraph, I’ve been intentionally inserting the name of my Pulitzer-prize-winning classmate, Dave Barry.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: Well, after last week’s column, I haven’t heard from my high school classmate Dave Barry’s lawyer asking me to cease and desist writing about him, so I’m going to continue taking advantage of our extremely distant association to reminisce about the Pleasantville High School Class of 1965’s 40th and 50th reunions. -
LET INGA TELL YOU: Astonishingly, I am approaching the 10th anniversary of writing Let Inga Tell You, a gig I thought might last three months.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: While I feel that my engineer husband, Olof, and I are hugely compatible, the Venn diagram of our marriage often doesn’t have a lot of overlapping travel circles.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: Last week, I wrote about helping my neighbors rescue a young cat that had planted itself outside their sliding glass doors and meowed piteously for two days.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: I’ve written recently at how dismaying it is to see so many dogs and cats loose in my neighborhood without collars and tags — and as it turns out, without chips either.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: By all accounts, this has been a particularly bad rat year.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: After 32 years, Olof and I have changed sides of our bed.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: It’s just getting so hard to keep a secret these days.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: There is nothing more fun for me than to watch my engineer husband, Olof, develop a passion for a project.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: Hardly a day goes by that some online platform or even print media doesn’t publish an article about how to deal with digital addiction.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: For the 12 years I was a divorced working parent, we lived paycheck to paycheck.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: It’s really easy to put your head in the sand about getting old and decrepit until you start hearing about friends’ parents, and even the friends themselves, requiring 24-hour care.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: It’s officially spring if the crows are back.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: OK, let’s settle this parking issue once and for all.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: Reading a story in the paper the other day about various psychiatric diagnoses being lobbed at our President, I couldn’t help but concede that the DSM-V, the Diagnostic & Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, hasn’t spared any of us.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: Techno shaming is nothing new to me. Fortunately, I am impervious to it.
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LET INGA TELL YOU: I didn’t jump on the ancestry band wagon right away since both my mother’s and father’s families kept good genealogical records back many generations — even centuries.
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