Last week's goals with progress indicated: Work my way up Aspen's back. Working working. I'm nearly to the armhole shaping. Work on Aranami (knit at least 1 new wedge) OR spin more. I knit 2 more wedges. This has become my portable, easy-to-work-on project. Go to TKD twice; gotta break in that orange belt a little more. I … Continue reading The Week May 1-7, 2017
Northern Summer I want to go swimming in the brook like we used to, getting lost in time until we couldn't feel our fingers and toes, only getting out when our lips turned blue. Wrapped shivering in towels we'd try to get warm on a rock in the sun, talking and giggling and imagining. The no-see-ums … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 28: Northern Summer
Eevee-cat and the Bugs The porch light draws the bugs to our back door She knows they will find the holes in the screen and lies in wait, splayed out on the cool floor. She plays, then chokes them down: extra protein.
A Slippery Slope Peculiar. Eccentric. Strange. Quirky. Odd. Sad. Bizarre. Outrageous. Anal. Oddball. Aberrant. Outlandish. Whimsical. Freak. Awkward. Screw loose. Ditzy. Wacko. Gonzo. Weird. Cuckcoo for CoCo Puffs. Meshuga. Touched. Loopy. Crazed. Lost your marbles. Loony. Nutso. Bonkers. Nutty. Out of your mind. Basket case. Cracked up. Stark raving mad. Cray. Nuts. Bananas. Off your … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 26: A Slippery Slope
The Trees Have Their Own Songs Now that you’ve learned the songs of 100 birds, your task is to learn the sounds of 20 trees. It is especially easy when it rains: “a splatter of metallic sparks” or “a low, clean, woody thump” or “a speed-typist’s clatter.” This acoustic world is open to everyone, but … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 25: The Trees Have Their Own Songs
What's On The Menu Coffee for dinner A melatonin nightcap I could be thinner
The Objects She Left Behind for Emma Morano Fame came late in life, to the tiny two-room church-owned apartment. Her simplicity was sculptural; photos of her parents and siblings, some religious images, anti-aging cream she applied every evening. "The doctor told me to change air, and I'm still here!" She would sneak out at night … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 23: The Objects She Left Behind