A friend’s journal entry on abstinence-only sex education prompted me to think about my own youth, lo these many moons ago. When I was a kid, quite young, I considered the issue as carefully as a child can, and vowed in my secret heart that if I was ever offered the chance to have sex, […]
I knew the sun had gone to my head when I went into gales of laughter, at the coffee shop, over my friend’s comment that they had tons of lepers in Thailand, and she’d knitted bandages for them as a child. Not just “tee-hee” but the silent, red-faced, shaky-bladder’d, table thumping kind that makes you […]
Today, the sun is shining. It’s an indirect glare kind of shine, as the sun dukes it out with thick clouds, and the shadows go deep and sharp and dull and fuzzy every few seconds as one or the other has a brief supremacy, but it’s sun and I want to stand up and cheer. […]
Today I got a Digger done. Along with a crude sketch of a haughty dodo, that’s the sum total of my artistic accomplishments today, unless running to the store to get a new pad of Bristol counts. We were promised cloud breaks today, but if they broke, it was discreetly and apologetically. The grey hangs […]
It is grey. Relentlessly, grimly, greyly grey. Grey, grey, grey. Grey. So very grey. Under normal circumstances, I like a nice rain. I am one of those people who can curl up with a book and the cat and a cup of tea and rain on the roof, in a cheerfully cozy cliche. But this […]
It appears to be Monday. Huh. How ’bout that. I had a dream last night in which I was an actual, honest-to-god, Digger-style wombat, which would have been just enormously cool (I recall examining my hands, which had the big finger-claws, at length) except that it was a freakin’ moving dream, brought on by James […]
Baldy the squirrel is no longer bald. His botflies having decamped, his fur is coming back in, a short, pale saddle of stubble across back and sides. Eventually, I’ll only be able to tell him by the cowlick, and then not even that. But of course, the backyard being what it is, nobody escapes unscathed […]
The rain has stopped, and a wet wren is hopping along the dripping deck, flipping sodden leaves up with its beak to see if there’s anything multi-legged and tasty lurking underneath. I just felt like mentioning that.