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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Good to the Grain
“I just can’t keep it / can’t keep it in / I gotta let it out. Gotta tell the world / world’s gotta see / see all the love / love that’s in me.” (Cat Stevens for those of you who didn’t grow up with hippie parents) Yes, I’m in love again. I’ve found my soul mate cookbook, Good to the Grain by Kim Boyce. All this time I’d been reading Cook’s Illustrated wishing some of these damned food freaks would turn their attention to whole grains for even a minute. Sans the supposedly “healthy” omission of fat that seems…
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Portrait of the Cold Wet
Cripers, I think I hardly know how to type anymore. If I ever did. All good here. The Babe sometimes sleeping late in the AMs, giving me 30-40 minutes alone with coffee. Does that describe my life in a nutshell? Had a vision today of my brain in these precious AMs as one of those coin sorters you had when you were a kid. Drop the pocket jumble in at top and CHINK-CHINK-CHINK, all is in order. Been ruminating on the word and concept of submission. That brilliant ole’ AA prayer keeps an endless loop in my head. “grant me…
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Abstinence
Wow. I wasn’t joking. I really did quit this box. Now that I’ve had so many weeks sober, I can’t remember how I ever fit in the time to write a post. I mean, Jesus, it takes like an hour for a quickie. Where was I getting those hours? I still can’t seem to find the time to get that funky smell washed out of the sink, or sweep the floor which feels more or less like bare ground under your feet. I wish I could say that my life feels revolutionized on the wagon, that my energy and time…
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Here, But Gone
As I suspected might happen, my vacation from the computer has left me wary. We got back Saturday night. Sunday I just luxuriated in being home, having a husband/papa, and not feeling edgy every time my kids fussed. It was bliss. By Monday morning I was all geared up for a splurgy computer blow out, I thought. Excited to read all of y’alls blog accumulation, and even get started on scribing down the Epic Saga that was our trip. It didn’t take my little blogland fantasy long to get squashed. About 5 minutes in, when both kids started fussing, I…
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A Trip to the Cold Wet
Holy Criperolley. Our Alaskan adventure is approaching at light speed. And by that I mean, Saturday. Just saying the word gives me the chills, I have so much still to do, and as you know, not that much time to do it in. We will be gone for three weeks to Cordova our hometown, with a few days in Homer where my sister is getting married. We will be, for the most part, camping. I went crazy and outfitted us with all the “family-style” camping gear, since everything we had was pre-family backpacking style. Arriving in the mail this week…
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