Loquat compote and death by millennial song lyrics

Over Memorial Day weekend I drove to a barbecue and on the way listened to Spotify’s “Discover” playlist they made for me. Generally this involves me skipping through most of the fucking garbage they try to feed me, but often I save one, sometimes two, songs to my “Brand-New Faves” playlist. First, this mellowish song with potential transitioned into…

Berries and yogurt and Rose and Dave’s nightmare landlord

I have a cousin. Let’s call her Agata. She’s my mother’s first cousin once removed, she’s my parents’ downstairs neighbor, she’s my parents’ landlord, and she’s driving my mother around the bend, which is bad news for everyone. Agata is in her early ’70s. She’s always lived in the same apartment, since she was kicked out of…