The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “gemma


Posted on December 20, 2012


Mikhail toasts to my health, my happiness, our times together and those to come, just as Gemma the Wiener Dog bursts in through the door wearing a pair of my black lacy underwear on her head.

One adventure must end for another to begin. More on this later, more on Peter and Russia later, as I have vodka to drink and tears to shed.

A Weekday in the Life

Posted on October 8, 2012

I wake up at 4:30 am, stumble around the room looking for my phone, realize it’s 4:30 am, and curl up into a tiny ball under the covers so that the bed looks like it’s housing a strange yet sizeable lump, and not a human being with irregular sleep patterns. I wake up again at 8:45 and this time I need to get up fo’ realsies. But it’s impossible. My eyes hurt when I open them. I’m sheltered by a cocoon of warmth. At the exact moment I realize and appreciate my comfort level, Gemma the Weiner Dog bursts through the door, bouncing up and down like a fucking jackhammer. She jumps on me, slides under the covers, and licks me incessantly. Her stupid…

Scattered Thoughts On My New Petersburg Home

Posted on September 10, 2012

Some background music, if you will? My new Petersburg home is a vintage oasis frozen in time. It’s a place where Glenn Miller plays on a worn-out record player. Stacks of books consisting of world classics and anthologies reach perilously unstable heights. Films from the forties like Sun Valley Serenade are dubbed in Russian and played on repeat. Finally. People who get me. These people also happen to be in their seventies. Two different types of old souls collide. Larisa Ivanovna first greeted me with a squirmy wiener dog on her shoulders. Her husband, Mikhail, excitedly pushed me into their small yet labyrinthine Petersburg flat. I clumsily removed my boots at the door – Russian law – and put on the warm, arch-supported slippers…