I've wanted to update my About Me page for AGES. Or four years. Because somehow, I'm now 36. Even stranger, my fiance has been my husband for nearly four years. And the tiny human we made is now very tall and seventeen, nearly three years old. They are awesome people and I'm glad we get … Continue reading Home
I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about how I can’t sleep. And then I do. And then I snap awake at 4 AM, and read by Kindle-light. How Isla goes to ‘school’ two mornings a week now, and I miss her after the first hour. How there’s a path around the house now, and … Continue reading Altoids & Oreos
These photos were taken by Neil, while I sat and ate cake from the Blue Shed Cafe. And this is the sunset. From our house. On a Tuesday. What's the view from your house?
Since we moved in we've had a gas leak, the washing machine won't drain, the toaster blew a fuse. And today, the boiler has packed in. But it's still our house. And apparently, it's well, sensitive. So. Leave it alone. Unless you'd like to come and fix the heat. Actually, the same guy who fixed … Continue reading The Frosty North
Before I moved in with Neil, I lived in six apartments over five years. Several of my landlords used my rent to pay for ski trips instead of their mortgages. Because that's a thing. Anyway, there was legal stuff that had nothing to do with me. Except I had to move a lot, and with … Continue reading The Bookshelves Are Concerned
Part of the re-vamp of this blog will be me participating more regularly in memes, blog-hops and other social blogging projects that I like/make sense to me/want to share with others. One of those such things is Top Ten Tuesday from The Broke and The Bookish. Today's list is Resolutions for 2016. I prefer the … Continue reading Goals For 2016
And so, I don't have any excuses for not writing. Except maybe too much furniture blocking the computer. And a toddler. But those are really bad excuses. Because there's also notebooks. And coffee. And pens. And OK, maybe the pens don't work. But there's crayons. Because there's a toddler. Anyway. The last day of the … Continue reading Paving The Way