Confession: I tried capturing a falling leaf on camera, in this glorious sun-drenched weather. It was harder than I thought. But I found some beautiful branches… So many causes for happiness, these fall days. Line-dried sheets, the last of the season. Newly-minted raised beds in the garden–who knew that shoveling goat poop could make me […]
Confession: This week I spoke a greater volume of ridiculous words than I ever intended to. Some of them I cannot recall without a wave of horror. Chances are, if you had an email, text or personal conversation with me this week, I made a fool of myself. This week I lay on my couch
I forgot one crucial piece I was going to mention about communicating with men. 5. Round up. Not like a cowboy, like a mathematician. He means well, it just sounds different in manspeak. Round it up to the closest equivalent. Hm. = I’m listening, keep talking. Aw. = You poor dear girl, I can only
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Let me be clear on this: when I am most mocking and piquant about my husband, it’s a sign we’re having fun. When I start writing serious blog posts entitled Thirty Days of Honor, you can bet we’re not doing so well. Ultimate low point of our marriage, right there. Take my word for it;
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In everything from food committees to parenting five kids for the weekend (which is the fun we are currently engaged in) TWO–says Solomon–are better than ONE. And I wouldn’t want to disagree with him. I made a graph to portray this phenomenon. It’s titled Variations on Reality. Have I ever mentioned that I couldn’t handle
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…who was disappointed in the lack of photos accompanying my last post and asked for them. Dead Bee Front elevation: Rear elevation: There. Happy now?
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We had a lot of drama this summer. You wouldn’t think it, since the walls are still standing and the sunlight is slanting gently down on the goats’ pen. But we did, in our small way. Once in our yard we found an unfortunate starling—as Dickens would say, dead as a doornail. We trust he
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A golden flurry of walnut leaves fills my backyard—they are always the first to go. Mornings are nippy; coffee tastes good. Tomato sauce boils over on my stove. I am sick of canning. A few dried beans today and then I am done for the year, and I say Good Riddance, though I’m happy with
This is for my husband, who has won the game too many months in a row. I have to resort to rather underhanded methods, and I think also that I have the Spirit. Happy September to all the rest of you as well! May this be the month in which you finally gain dominance over
Popcorn [pop’ corn] Noun a. A delicious snack made from superheating the dried kernels of corn. b. A brief and random collection of thoughts and experiences. A smattering. Last night I thought that with popcorn, coffee, and The Fellowship of the Ring, my world was as complete as it could ever be. Except I drank