A few years ago, my husband and his dad took our two boys on a canoe trip around the middle-of-nowhere. I hear they had a great time, fishing, camping, all that kinda stuff. I know I had my own great time while they were away, with the curtains drawn for days while I bingewatched cheesy… Continue reading dreaming up a world of nightowls
I stared at the rice cooker for a few minutes this morning before breaking down and searching the cupboards for the directions. I’m at home today, so I thought I’d help my husband out by cooking up a batch of brown rice, which we both like to bring to work for lunch. He’s the one… Continue reading Crayons, vacuum bottles, and overload: updates and commentary for the modern housekeeper
Many of my readers are not writers themselves, and so they may be unaware of the huge event that is Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month – I think, or maybe National November Writing Monstrosity -- nope -- probably not). Anyway, we’ve just stepped into the month when many writers sign up on a friendly website… Continue reading hug a writer today, or on second thought…
I noticed too late this morning the sign on the wall that read: ‘no phones, no food or drink.’ I sat back down on the bench at the orthodontist’s office and slid my cell and coffee mug into my purse. (Uh-huh, my purse is big enough to hold a coffee mug. A large mug.) Thankfully,… Continue reading American rites
When I look at our kittens, which I do as often as possible, one of these thoughts typically runs through my head: Oh, I wish I was napping, too, or, yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking or, please don’t chew on that Naps, lovely naps. Don’t you agree naps look sweeter, juicier, more essential,… Continue reading kat boxes
I just discovered this lovely piece by @Catrambo http://www.strangehorizons.com/2006/20061127/pigs-f.shtml What other great stories have slipped by me unnoticed? Maybe I need to take a year or two off from work and chores and sleep to do nothing but drink coffee and read.
Anyone else have a problem with endings, or is it just me? Endings of books, I mean, TV shows, movies. I’m only referring to the good ones, of course. I get so involved in movies sometimes, so invested, so in love with the characters, I want to sit in the theater seat forever. For a… Continue reading escaping the end