Sitting on the Dock of the Bay


"Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' comes Watchin' the ships roll in Then I watch 'em roll away again.." Ah, Otis. Such an apt description of my last weeks here in paradise (aka Nova Scotia). It has been perishingly hot and humid and I've been forced to sit, beached carp-like,…

Book junkie


I'm moving In a few weeks, and I've been busy packing up my life. Altogether too many crafts, every type of drinking glass, too many kitchen implements, and fourteen! boxes of books. I live in an apartment. I'm moving to a smaller one. Those books will ensure the apartment never gets blown over... So, as…

The really bad thing about good used bookstores


Went to Doull's bookstore today. Now, bear in mind I am moving in a few months and this is one of my bookshelves...and I have seven. Seven! Many of which I am selling to friends so I can get matching ones for my living room. They are all full. So I walk into the store,…

Filling the bucket


I've been feeling creatively dry of late, unwilling to try new tasks or complete others, stymied by the MS and Intimacy book, wanting to see progress in some area of my life. I hate this. I bore myself. Can't stand being boring. Sit about thinking boring thoughts. Hate myself more. Wander aimlessly through life, slogging…

The love of a new bathroom floor


For most of my growing up years, I lived in the same small town, restricted by expectations and past experiences. When I married, I first escaped to London, UK for a year and a bit and then our multiply moving military madness started. We moved so often I got to be a pro at it,…