Sure hope the floor holds up
The father of my children once said with that dry, wry wit of his that he was waiting for the floor of my study to collapse into the basement some day. Why woul...
Category: musings
Stitching through time
I know I’ve mentioned this before but it keeps popping up and surprises me like the first time I realized it; I have a lot more time on my hands these day...
Distraction or viable idea?
Work has been especially busy lately but the end is in sight and my creative side isn’t satisfied with waxing and moving lots of old and heavy furniture n...
Sub-par ingredients and intrusive thoughts
Had a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich for dinner the other night and as I was waiting for things to toast and melt I had a moment to let the thoughts wander i...
Increasing levels of control
I am currently the only adult in the house. There are some very good sides to that. And there are also some very bad sides. The good side is that I can decide w...
Sea of pink
I’ve had the chorus from Patti Smith’s Gloria running through my head for the last week or two and finally decided to try to exorcise the ear worm b...
Contingency Plans
Didn’t know what I was doing to ring the new year in until late last night. Still don’t know exactly what I’m doing but I’m willing to ...
Round Midnight Pesto
Never watched the movie but I recognize the name and graphics from my time behind the counter of a video store. You know, back in the dark ages when one had to...
Nano? Na NO?
Life’s been a wee bit too interesting lately. Sy moved out and obviously took Mal and the cat with him. We sat down to talk about something inconsequentia...