In the larger scheme of things. Not so very long ago, when we were nuzzled in our little house on County Road 5 in Colorado, we were going to start a campground. We were going to move back and “get some land”, and start a campground. Then we were going to work our way up… [Read more…]
November 15, 2010
Background: me – one glass of red wine down the hatch bryan – one bottle, minus one glass of red wine down the hatch Set: on bed me – working on new web page design bryan – thwacking me in the leg repeatedly with a piece of his newly broken sunglasses “This is the second… [Read more…]
November 10, 2010
Some day I am going to wake up and know what I’m doing. The things on my to-do list will be things that can actually be done. I will get them done, and AT LAST… I will sleep like a baby.
November 9, 2010
It is beautiful outside.There are 10 million things I SHOULD be working on.But I cannot get off of the bed.And that is okay.Some days it all catches up.And the only thing that makes any senseis to surrender to it.I will rejoin the world.Tomorrow. And no, it’s not a poem. That’s just how it should be… [Read more…]
October 27, 2010
My mother has made hand-crafted, cold-process soap for over 15 years now. She began when I was at an age where I could not have cared less. I was a teenager, with acne and raging hormones of chaos. I didn’t give a flying rat’s ass what was in my acne wash, just so long… [Read more…]
October 26, 2010
My humble “corner” office: corner, in so far as it is shoved into the corner of the bedroom. It’s okay, though, because the bed doubles as an excellent conference table when I really need to spread out what I’m working on. It’s like being a teenager, all over again; claustrophobic hormonal insanity included. I’m not… [Read more…]
October 13, 2010
Reticulated reds.An onslaught of oranges.Unyielding yellows.It is fall where I live. So many trees. So little time.I could not ask for a more beautiful landscape.I decide that once we own our own land we will plant a minimum of 3 acres of sumac, for the sole purpose of walking around in at exactly this phase… [Read more…]
October 12, 2010
From Walt Whitman, “Prayer of Columbus” My hands, my limbs grow nerveless,My brain feels rack’d, bewilder’d,Let the old timbers part, I will not part,I will cling fast to Thee, O God, though the waves buffet me,Thee, Thee at least I know Is it the prophet’s thought I speak, or am I raving?What do I know… [Read more…]
October 12, 2010
The leaves are falling in fast-forward with a storm moving in. I have a supply order in the room. The room that is my bedroom, office, living room, and general catch-all room. It is maybe 12″x12″. In a trailer that we share with Grandpa. It’s his trailer. Just this room is ours. It is where… [Read more…]
October 5, 2010
After six months of unruly, short locks, my hair has finally obtained a length that is containable, mostly, within the tight elastic of a hair rubber band. After approximately 3 minutes in said ponytail, I have concluded the following: 1. Ponytails are necessary to KICK ASS. One cannot take over the world with short annoying… [Read more…]
January 26, 2011
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