Archives for the ‘just a post’ Category

Some Housekeeping

Our real house has been a bit of a wreck lately – the kids win every day, and we clean up almost every night – but I’ve been making a bit of progress on some of my web home. Over the weekend, I updated the look of my flash site, and then received an email [...]

[ A Restless Heart ] This Tuesday Feels Like Monday (and I got a haircut too.)

We’re back from Virginia, where I neglected to mention we were going for Thanksgiving. Before we landed at my parents’ for Friday’s Thanksgiving dinner, we visited my Aunt Chris in her “new” home that has been built for a couple of years while we’ve not been able to visit, and I slept in my grandmother’s [...]

how i know it’s really autumn

There is a blue, the only blue that holds a harvest-moon and red, red leaves and south-bound vees and homesick calls to Canada across October skies.

courage: living in the tension

I probably should have included a warning with yesterday’s post. I sat down at my computer to begin work on my impossible to-do list for the week, and in spite of the fact that I had eaten and taken my pills and dressed and played with the kids already, the panic threaded its fingers along [...]

A Bit of Fry and Laurie: “Tricky Linguistics”

I have been meaning to post this “Bit of Fry and Laurie” clip for a while – for Glynn, Maureen, and Katdish in particular. It’s quite funny, especially if you are a word lover, and it contains some surprising eloquence. Enjoy!

comma at the blog – or maybe a semi-colon?

When you work for yourself, you are your own boss – not your clients’. This is important for me to realize. Unless I have a written contract, I am free to choose my own hours and prioritize as I need to prioritize. I need to take a break from writing at my blog for a [...]

here

I don’t want to say it, but I’ve been thinking it. I didn’t want to leave Virginia, didn’t want to come to here, with the summer heat, the bugs, the humidity that I was certain would frizz my hair beyond my control. I don’t want to admit that it’s getting under my skin, into my [...]