Emergency Preparedness, Gastropod Style
As I confessed to folks in my Newsletter—which was sent a day late—this has been one of those sluggish weeks for me. (Gastropod folks, please forgive the conflation of snail pics and slug metaphors.) I am far too lethargic to saddle my words with extraneous letters (colour? really?), but the Brits have many other quirks of verbal expression worth adopting. The word treacle comes to mind. This has been a week of wading through treacle to get anything done. (Doesn’t that sound so much nastier than warm and fuzzy molasses? Except—for the record—molasses will mold, i.e. get gray and fuzzy, Read more…
Evidence that The Outside World Still Exists
Anyone else out there struggling with days of the week? I’ll be honest—since I work from home at a vocation that doesn’t much respect the idea of a “weekend,” it’s a crapshoot for me most mornings until I open the calendar on my computer. That red circle highlighting the date seems to mock me (this is TODAY, puny human incapable of accurately measuring the passage of time). It turns out, Today is Friday. (She says, racing to write a blog post!) Shortly after giving my calendar the finger this morning (let’s see you do that, fancy zeroes and ones), I Read more…
Writer’s Little Dino Helper, or When “The Outside” Comes to You
Happy Good Friday, Christian folks! And happy end-of-another-week-you-survived to everyone else! I know many of you haven’t left the house in a VERY. LONG. TIME. I feel you. Quarantine sucks. But it beats the alternative. As I mentioned to my newsletter folks, I’ve been fighting a little something for a while. (Something flu-like, not grizzly-like.) That’s means, in an abundance of caution, the only time I’ve seen paved road in weeks is when we took our poor dog Travis for The Final Vet Visit. (He passed in the car on the way, so I barely set foot in the parking Read more…
Freaky Friday, with Franken-Face Fred
Apologies for the extended absence. My internet has been more down than up for the past… lifetime which is why I’ll keep this short and sweet and not push my luck. [Shocker: we’ve been waiting for a service call-out all week.] Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I’m still out here, somewhere. Though not on Facebook because I can’t even get it to load. 😜 And I thought I’d take the opportunity to share one of our other distractions of late, a canine-related one. Caring for Travis, aka Dingbat Dog, is edging into at least part-time job territory (a Read more…
Why I Didn’t Wake When Feral Pigs Ate our Trash (And a Weekend Ebook Sale for Syd Fans)
Hey, stranger—remember me? There’s a reason I’ve been incommunicado. And it’s not just to give you a Jimmy Buffett earworm. The title kinda says it all, doesn’t it? Yes, I’m sleeping like a mostly dead person (time to watch The Princess Bride again?) when I get around to sleeping. And yes, a few nights ago a feral pig and her ridiculously cute piglet woke my husband—but not me—rooting around in our trash like a slightly shorter, more casually dressed Yogi Bear with Boo-Boo in tow. Last night, they were snore-chuffing under our house almost directly under our bed. After one Read more…
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