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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…
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a wrinkle in time
At my particular age (early-mid-40’s and let’s call it good) things-they-are-a-changing. I’ve noticed for awhile now that skin is getting thinner and hairs are getting whiter. NOT GRAY. I am paying the price for sun tanning with baby oil. There is definitely evidence of past and current scowling. And laughter. Things creak and pop. A…
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snowlicious
Yep, months after acquiring my camera, I still mostly take pictures by luck. I push a few buttons and hope for the best. For the life of me, I can’t remember what does what and the menus go deep. Still, I can’t resist what I might end up with, so I click away. Also, iPhoto…
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the other side
Miss me? I spent the last few days on the “other side” of the Cascades. On the off-chance that I might someday have a reader who doesn’t know me or Washington state, there’s western Washington (everything west of the mountains) and eastern Washington (everything east – duh). We are lucky enough to have several good…
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small but mighty
Coming off a monster weekend of playing hostess, I am compelled to come clean about something once and for all. When people come over, I am swamped with the need to make excuses for my wee, tiny house. Maybe not every time you come over, but for sure the first time. It is small –…
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goodwill hunting
I have recently renewed my long-dormant love for thrifting. I come by it rightfully – my mother is a garage sale queen. Seriously. The poor thing just had to move, and I am very grateful I live out-of-state and thus got to miss that whole nightmare. (I did offer to come help with her garage…
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curry in a hurry
First of all, it is a damn crying shame that the interweb isn’t scratch and sniff. Seriously. It smells like freaking curry heaven in here. Tonight in the continuing-pressure-cooker experiment, we had Cauliflower-Potato Curry from Lorna Sass’ “Great Vegetarian Cooking Under Pressure”. NO, I have not gone meat-free, but sometimes meatless is nice. Plus this…
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monday words #3
Such inner peace and calm is priceless. The ability to slowly breathe deeply and enjoy — slowly savor the security of such contentment is immense. You will not mistake such ecstasy for depression — you will be too tempted to smile. —c. garmon
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under pressure
Hum David Bowie in your head. Tonight was the maiden voyage of my Fagor Duo pressure cooker, acquired with my long-lost-but-newly-found Sur la Table gift card. This is the smaller pot. A couple friends were intrigued by the idea of risotto in 7 minutes WITHOUT the tedious stirring and broth adding, so that’s what I…
foible and folly
a whimsical or extravagant structure built to serve as a conversation piece
foible and folly 