If We’re Being Honest

Thank you for calling (insert any company name here). You will wait a veeeeeerrrrrrrryyyyyyyy long time to speak to an agent. Though we are a telephone and internet service company, our servers and bandwidth are precisely one-quarter of what is necessary for the normal call volume we experience. In addition, we have about a … Continue reading If We’re Being Honest →

Rain and Bourbon and Cabbages and Rain

There has been no continuity in the summers since we moved here. Nothing from one to the next that you can count on. The first year was mosquitoes and wildfire smoke. The second was wildfire smoke and drought. This summer has no mosquitoes (on our deck, at least) or wildfire smoke or real warmth. This … Continue reading Rain and Bourbon and Cabbages and Rain →

Sunday Meditation

This morning I spent some time sitting on the deck, watching the creek flow, thinking about what I had just read in Meditations by Marcus Aurelius in my attempts to become a better human. Here it is: ...to avoid censuring others, to refrain from flouting them for a barbarism, solecism, or any false pronunciation. Rather … Continue reading Sunday Meditation →

The Law of Attraction

There is a dresser in our house that sits in an awkward place. It's not it's permanent situation yet, but it should still be passable. And it is passable . . . by 50% of the people in our house. I am the 50% who cannot make it past the dresser unharmed every time. I … Continue reading The Law of Attraction →

Derivative

What do you call those days when you work really hard at everything but nothing gets done, or at least, nothing gets done right? Even the creative turns out like shit. Just, nothing. I did plant that Mountain Ash in front of the house where the old spruce trees had to come down. I felt … Continue reading Derivative →

Today My Husband Cooked Dinner For Me

I have not been writing since this covid-19 thing started. Not much, anyway. And clearly not blog posts, according to my sad posting history of recent weeks. But I do complain occasionally that I'm not writing enough because I don't have any focus or drive. It's ugly sometimes, isn't it? So my husband declared that … Continue reading Today My Husband Cooked Dinner For Me →

Bookworm

I'd forgotten how delicious it is to get lost in a good book. I didn't remember, until just now, that the world around you disappears, all the sounds, smells, sensations, the movements of people. There is nothing but the world inside your book and you are a part of it, a welcome voyeur. It feels … Continue reading Bookworm →