It’s almost Christmas and all the crazies are out shopping. At least, I guess they are, I wouldn’t know. I don’t want to know. Instead, I’ll share some sights captured in the early morning hours. Here is what I saw. Nosey thought we were going for a real, bone-fide walk. Not just a trek thru…
Addie, my daughter who is 7, has recently become slightly obsessed with fairies and fairy houses. She builds fairy houses EVERYWHERE. I no longer have any empty clay pots, warped metal bowls or unused containers of any kind. They have all congregated under the porch holding various bits of moss, mud, water, acorn shells, sea…
As I sit here, listening to Hugh Jackman belt out tunes from ‘Oklahoma’, I find it difficult to recall what I did preceding my walk last Wednesday. However, in my defense, I find it hard to focus on anything when Hugh Jackman is involved. There were trees, mushrooms and leaves present. And it was late…
Wednesday, December 2nd, was, I assume, glorious. I would not know. I felt like hell. Or death warmed over. Maybe even death warmed over in hell, if there is such a thing. But that doesn’t make sense because if I felt like death warmed over and I was in hell, it would be really hot. …
I spent last Wednesday franticly baking, cooking, scrubbing, scurrying and basically losing my mind in preparation of Thanksgiving. The lady I work for was hosting thirty people. My grandparents on my mother’s side were hosting thirty-two people and my dad’s side, twenty-three. And I got to help all of them. Which was great and glorious and fine,…
The Wicked Chicken 