These days I mostly try not to write. My life is so full of work and family and weeding. But every now and then, my brain starts to itch and the only way to scratch that itch is writing. This is where you will find my most recent scratchings.
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A Virtual Garden Party
I’ve been meaning to update the Readers’ Blogs list for ages. I just had an extra half hour, with nothing else in particular to do (!!!) so, I finally got to it. I like the idea that we all keep up with each other a little bit, in this weird virtual community. Even though I’ve had my issues with computers and their inherent addiction problems, it has sure helped me to find you all and feel like– if not close by then at least somewhere in the Wide, Wide World– there are some folks like me! We gotta stick together…
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The Greenest Clean
The Cleaning is going quite well, thanks for asking. I’m 90% done, at the point where I would normally call it good e-damn-nough and stop. But I told you I was on a terror. Today in fact is my day to finish. After a morning in my garden, and an afternoon of writing, of course. All in good time, my little pushkins, all in good time. Since I have had my nose in a bucket of dirty water all week, I thought it might be the perfect moment for me to put my two cents in to the ever-so-fadish world…
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Someone Has to Wear the Apron
I used to scorn aprons, and everything they stood for. I thought women wore aprons because they didn’t want to get any real life on their fancy clothes. I thought cleaning was for fetishes. I was against immaculate houses, and when it came down to it, kind of against houses. I used to love how “putting things away” in our tipi just meant turning around. And when we moved into our first real house, I hated how much walking around I had to do to accomplish the same task. Let alone the actual cleaning required for such a space. The…
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Merry, Merry Dingleberry
Come November, when the grocery store started in heavy on the towers of cheap Christmas stuff, a rock of dread grew in my stomach. I asked My Man, in half seriousness, if we could just skip the presents this year. He gave me a Look. I told him frankly that I’m worried about my long term ability to keep the bah-humbug at bay. I loath the modern consumer orgy that Christmas has become, (read last year’s post on Christmas and Capitalism) what a load of twisted crap. But as December progressed, Lo and Behold, I found my bah-humbuggery disapating and…
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Weather Punch
New Orleans is insane. Two days ago I was talking to my dad on the phone, wishing him Happy Thanksgiving. I was walking the Babe around the block, because he was fussy and often walking is the only way to proceed with life. “You’re outside right now?” My dad asked, from his faraway Alaska home. “Yeah.” I said, forgetting why he sounded incredulous. “What’s the weather like?” “Oh. Right. Yeah, it’s been pretty hot lately. Unseasonably, I guess. It was a terrible day to be inside with the oven on, I was cooking Thanksgiving dinner in my bra and underwear!…
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