Nostalgia
Some 20-odd years ago, before HGTV became the 24 hour House Hunters channel, there was a block of shows on the weekend called Design Time Saturday Night. Mental and emotional pablum, that handful of home shows was just what the …
Some 20-odd years ago, before HGTV became the 24 hour House Hunters channel, there was a block of shows on the weekend called Design Time Saturday Night. Mental and emotional pablum, that handful of home shows was just what the …
Let me count the ways It’s finally summer. Is it summer? The days have all blended together and without looking at a calendar I honestly have no idea what day it is. I suppose it’s summer? It’s hot, humidity has …
For May’s GHF blog topic I’ve updated and edited this post from April 2015. The more things change, the more they stay the same. If you’ve spent any time in gifted circles, or read about gifted adults, or checked out …
Fermata? Ceasure? I mean, since harmony is my word of the year, I should consider this <vague hysterical waving> to be a pause of some sort, yes? A moment in the musical weaving of my life in which things…wait. But …
Normal. Abby Normal. There is nothing normal about anything anymore. Not that normal ever meant much in the House of Chaos: But even by our abnormal standards of normal, things are whack. Complete a thought? Nope. Maintain focus long enough …
I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder. I grew up on the Little House on the Prairie series, and it’s influenced my life in subtle ways; I see it most often in August or so. Mid to late summer, the cicadas are …
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Or something like that. Fourteen years. I’ve been writing Laughing at Chaos for fourteen years today yesterday (the hours get away from me). I think the only other things I’ve …
Welcome to 2020; May we have a word? It’s the first day of responsibilities. Back to school, back to work, back to all the things that make up Life. I managed to hibernate away from many things for close to …
Trapped Under Something Heavy Way back a billion years ago in Internet Time, in the heyday of bloggers and blogging community, a crafting blogger I followed wrote (explaining an extended absence) that she hadn’t entirely fallen off the face of …
Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo Doooo they say it’s your birthday…. It is indeed my birthday. 46. A number I’m happy to have reached with my faculties nearly intact, with both parents still living and happily married to each other, …