Month: March 2011
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skeleton (of the big, fat secret sort)
I had intended to leave you with Monday Words today as I have been neglecting them of late. Instead, recent developments have led me in another direction. Given the fact that I am fairly dead certain that none of my siblings read this blog, I feel pretty safe in what I’m about to write. And…
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march on
The last two Marches have not been good to me. Which is a shame, because I am a fan of spring and would prefer to be enjoying it. Last March we were dealing with the lease meltdown. This March it’s a combination of things – sales down, mechanical issues on the home front costing money,…
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spring is sprung
Yesterday the sun came out briefly for the first real day of spring, so I put some of the plants I got from Tilth’s early edible sale in the ground. Lettuces, arugula, spinach. Also picked up some herbs for the window boxes. In mini-makeover news, this little spot in the front of our driveway by…
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getting my flea on
So last weekend I went to So Cal to meet up with some friends. We timed it so that we could cross an item off our bucket lists – visiting the grandaddy of all flea markets: The motherloving ROSE BOWL!! It happens the second Sunday of every month. We opted to go after the crazies…
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gin and girls
It’s been a rough couple weeks. The kind where the stress starts to take you over, where it all adds up and you can’t quite get ahead. Where there is a constant lump in your throat from things piling up and out, one after another. Nothing devastating – my roof isn’t 10 miles out to…
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milestones
This week marks two important anniversaries. Today is the one year anniversary of The Troubles at the Roanoke, when we first began the long journey of dealing with the lease mess, documented here, here, and here. On this day a year ago, we had NO idea that it would take the twists and turns that…
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spring is springing (nearly)
Still a few weeks away from official Spring, but out in my hot mess of a yard, I see evidence of its imminent arrival. There is much work to be done, for sure. Don’t even get me started on the back yard – “hot mess” is generous – but we do have plans for it.…
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monday words #4
Yeah, I know it’s Tuesday. Deal with it. Another one of my favorite poets is Emily Dickinson. In high school, I thought it was fascinating how she rarely left the house and maintained contact with the outside world only through correspondence. Hope is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with…
foible and folly 