Every time I think about time in terms of a year, I think about the theme song from Rent. Which I’ve never actually seen but I know all the songs. Because I’m nerdy like that. It goes like this…….. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes. Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear.…
Do you ever feel like if you don’t speak, write or scream you may explode? And you’re not exactly sure what you want to say? Or write? Or scream? That’s how I’ve felt most of this pleasant Sunday morning. Something itching under the surface, roiling under the skin and slamming around the edges of my skull. It’s maddening actually, because it isn’t tangible. It’s just……there.
Life can get pretty ordinary. Work, shower, eat, sleep, repeat. It can drive someone insane, if they stop long enough to think about it. As Johann von Goethe said “A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.” Although in 2020, I don’t think there have been very many days that could be…
I suck at math. On a primal, dismal, below the surface level. Adding and subtracting are important so you can check your bank accounts. Fractions are important when you’re baking cakes. Simple fractions that is, like 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 and MAYBE a sneaky 1/3 or 2/3 if you feel like getting fancy. Division is important…
June of 2018 was my last post. Two Thousand Eighteen! Over a year and a half ago. My how time does fly. I’m unsure of where to go from here. I’m tempted to reflect on those 18 months of silence. And I’m tempted to shut them away, tucked back for another day and time. There…
Hey y’all! It’s Sunday morning, about 7:54. Okay, it’s not ‘about 7:54’. It IS 7:54. My husband and step-son just left for Kingsville and will be gone a week. My littlest person, while awake, has been sent on a chore mission. And I am off work today. From all my jobs. This never happens. I…
Good morning everyone! I have something to share with all of you that has been weighing on my heart this past week. Mostly, I try to keep this blog to light-hearted stories, recipes, nature pictures and such. I am not a fan of soap boxes or high horses. But today, I am jumping on my…
Can you believe it is almost February? An entire month into 2018. The holidays and past month have been somewhat of a blur, time really does seem to travel faster the older you get. The last time I wrote to you it was opening day of deer season. I’m sorry to report I did not…
There is a lot of hype about gender these days. Boys, girls, men, women, other, used to be, identify with both, whatever. I am a girl. Or, at nearly 35 years old I guess I should call myself a woman. But that just sounds funny to me. I identify with ‘girl’. So there! Ha! I…
Once upon a time there was a girl. She had a wooden bench on her porch and a dirty front door. She decided to clean the front door. The wasp housed under the wooden bench decided to attack. The husband spat tobacco on the sting. The friend drowned it in essential oils. The piano teacher…
The Wicked Chicken 