Books in living room Books in master bedroom Books in office Books in guest room Games Stuff in entertainment center Stuff in end tables DVDs/VHS Tapes Craft stuff Office supplies Artwork (big stuff is gone, little stuff I’m putting in…
Monday Morning
Good morning! You know, this “acting as if” thing is really helping my moods. Anyway, more packing and moving. Wheeee! We didn’t get more loads on the vehicles last night, as we were all exhausted after returning from the Castle.…
Some Glad Morning
Some Glad Morning –Joyce Sutphen from Naming the Stars One day, something very old happened again. The green came back to the branches, settling like leafy birds on the highest twigs; the ground broke open as dark as coffee beans.…
Labels
sambear: “For pagans, we sure do have a lot of Christmas stuff.” technomom: “Okay, I’ll re-label the boxes to say ‘Yule.’” Actually, it’s bothering me that shadowkatt didn’t get an Easter basket this year. Yeah, I know—she’s 13. She hasn’t…
Protected: Giggles
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
Sambear
I adore my silly man. Last night’s running about resulted in this movie. (I had to use QuickTime to play it.) Happy 30th Gaming Anniversary sweetheart! Current Mood: 🙂loved
Lunch Break and Moving Update
wordcandlemage came over and packed almost all of the kitchen for us! I know y’all probably don’t care about these details, but it makes me feel better to see a list of what we’ve gotten done. Our last move was…
Right, I’m a Bad Parent
Yes, Mother, I’m just spoiling my child. I’m deliberately ruining her chances of ever having a decent life by refusing to force her out of bed at the crack of dawn every day. Obviously, I just made up the whole…
Universists? And The Good Book
I’ve never heard of these folks before: Universists. I don’t have time to explore the site now, but if I stick it here, maybe I’ll remember to do it later. Maybe. Universists are individuals who allow our personal philosophy to…
Poem: Peonies
Peonies –Mary Oliver This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises, as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers and they open– pools of lace, white and…