The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “family

Bon Voyage

Posted on February 8, 2014


All day I’m running errands, dropping by the house sporadically throughout the afternoon. My sister has cleaned the downstairs, dog toys are put away, clutter and dust visitors of the past. My mom has managed to burn a twelve-pound ham. The house smells like sweet charcoal. She’s making her classic go-to salads for dinner parties: wild rice with cranberries, orzo with olives and feta. Tomorrow is my great-aunt’s birthday, and I think nothing of it. I’m scrambling, redrafting to-do lists, wondering if I should get more passport photos for future visas; do I need to unlock my phone from my carrier?; what am I forgetting?

And then my family slowly piles in. My aunt hands me a soft new t-shirt, and I realize all these preparations are for me! A surprise for me! We don’t do anything but watch the Olympic opening ceremony, everyone giving their input on each country’s uniform, their respective chances; everyone waiting for Poland to come out waving the flag. All I can think about, though, is how these people love me enough to gather here in this newly cleaned living room to eat burnt ham and yell at the TV.

Now, what the fuck do I pack?

Flowers from Stone

Posted on September 23, 2013

So I’ve been waddling around Warsaw for the past week. As previously mentioned, I’m here for neither business nor pleasure, for a funeral is neither something to profit from nor derive happiness from. What frightens me about life is not loss or change, it’s how quickly we get over them. Everything is so transient and we are so resilient, it invites the bleak sort of nihilism that is difficult to negotiate once it really takes hold. But in the midst of death and the philosophical inquiries it provokes, we are surrounded by life that is strong and persistent. As a result of my coming to Warsaw, I’ve seen faces that I had previously declared long-gone, dead in their own way, now resurrected. I have…

The Kid

Posted on July 14, 2012

My brother and I don’t talk about deep things. He’s thirteen and a half, after all, so if he wanted to talk about third world governments & society, solipsism’s metaphysical extent, or the pervasiveness of twentieth century literary themes, I would be shocked. Delighted, but shocked. Nowadays he concerns himself mostly with his Xbox, playing Halo and Call of Duty and other games I’ve never heard of. While I appreciate a good game of Black Ops, generally the intersection of our collective Venn diagram is small. The age gap doesn’t help us, of course. I’m in my twenties, about to finish school, about to think about going to more school in Europe, about to pursue a career, about to live and travel far away, about…