The final bits of Christmas have been tucked away, quietly awaiting autumn’s return. And yes the house is darker. With a Settled Focus upon work at hand, though oddly enough our voices often seem loud, a bit strained at the
Crap. There is but a week remaining of January and I’m sorry. I love January and feel positive it’s gotten a bum rap over the years from too many people. You’ve heard them, with their talk of “post-holiday blues”.
Boxelder Beetles invade Witt’s End every few seasons. They are the most unnecessary and repulsive of bugs. (Their scientific name is Boisea trivittata. They are of the Order of True Bugs. Google it if you must, though I warn you:
A Day Spent Recovering From Pneumonia: Call doctor office for various med refills. Load and start dishwashers. (N.B. That last bit is surprisingly important. Place yellow sticky note informing myself of such on fridge.) Take Rory and friend to choir. Retreat to
Daybook: For Today, September 21, 2017 Looking out my window It is my favorite kind of weather: rainy and overcast. Autumn has arrived early (I hope it stays a while!) I
In Between The Spaces, images which only I can see move. They flutter and reel, undulating like those hills over there, rolling out of sight while I strain my eyes. Painful trying to catch one more glimpse. One more remembering, stretching
Keeping Track of What I’m Not Buying Two Three Pages: I require more lives. Unfortunately those four words bring to mind a (quite vivid) image of Renfield In Dracula; gobbling spiders and flies, attempting to wend their life energy somehow
Yes, this one’s about zip lining and heels. Another of the Two (well, more or less) Pages Series. Two Three Pages Last autumn I discovered in order to go snorkeling one must first know how to swim. Which I don’t.
Two Pages Of Notes To Self This morning there was tea in a white mug with Peace Love Joy & Family written on it in red capital letters. I chose it specially as it seems we could use more of
Today was a purposely ordinary day. Because of late, I have been under attack by business. By work. By accounting (N.B. I am not and have no desire to be one of nature’s natural accountants. Spreadsheets & columns of figures