The house has exacted it’s offering of blood. I hope this means it accepts us now. Last night I slipped on the scary basement stairs and scraped my hand up, and the night before Ryan (for reasons known only to him, but I suspect involving the cat) jumped up in the middle of the living [...]
I have trouble skipping tracks I don’t like on an album, because I worry about hurting the song’s feelings.
Things I love about living in a house: -Fresh air -Light -Being able to do the laundry whenever I want -Not needing to take my keys when I take out the recycling or check the mail -Privacy (from neighbors and my husband)
I ate my breakfast and read a chapter in my book in the backyard this morning (sitting on the ground because we don’t have any outdoor furniture yet). Then, because it continued to be a lovely morning, I got out my fiddle for the first time in months and played a few tunes for the [...]
It warms th’ cockles o’ me piratey heart, listenin’ t’ th’ sound o’ the rain outside me stern galleries.
Yarr. A few sunrises ago, me pillagin’ got a bit out o’ control an’ I knocked me left hip out o’ commission, so yestedee I stayed on the ship t’ give it a chance to rest. At about seven or eight bells i’ th’ afternoon watch, I repelled boarders from the dread ship Mormon, an’ [...]
I knew they would start dying eventually, but I didn’t expect it to hurt this much. Thank you, Mary, for all the kids like me who grew up singing 60′s protest songs 20 years too late.
I find it absolutely mindboggling that there are no master’s library science programs in the state of Oregon. I thought this state was all about local and organic! Where are we supposed to grow our librarians?
A watched carrot never ripens.
I’m used to crazy passengers on the bus. Crazy drivers, on the other hand, is a new, and hopefully short-lived, phenomenon. We were halfway to downtown this morning when the driver got on the loudspeaker and asked that we please turn down the music. A fairly reasonable request, to be sure, however, no one on [...]
