Rooms painted: 4 Rooms yet to paint: 5, not including the “hope to get done as well” laundry room and sunroom Date we planned to be finished: 7/8 Probability of that actually happening: 50/50 Percentage of the house currently torn …
Or maybe I need to be committed. Last night I realized just why I feel so bad, and why, when I look in the mirror, I am surprised to see such a tired and stressed out visage. I made a …
Nothing gets me moving through a PITA DIY project like good music. Specifically, what I call Angry Irish Rock. It’s a niche genre. Very niche. The Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, Gaelic Storm. I have a Pandora channel that I should …
I read blogs for a solid year before I started blogging myself. That was eons ago in internet time. But there are still several blogs I read now that I read then, or started reading shortly after opening my own …
Many, many years ago, in a college class I have long since forgotten, I read a poem. I remember very little about it, only that it was a woman speaking about the street on which she lived. That she was …
I had band rehearsal last night. Not Dude, we’re in a garage band rehearsal. A real band. With a conductor and euphoniums (euphonii?) and black folders full of music and a tuning note and not a stringed instrument in the bunch. …
I have written no fewer than five separate posts this week. In my head. Fully formed, ready to go, and melted back into the gray matter by the time I could apply fingers to keyboard. Made me wish, yet again, …
I homeschool for a long list of reasons, and despite our challenges with the school, nothing on that list has to do with a teacher. I stand with teachers. Chicago teachers are considering a strike this year; yesterday I heard …
We don’t have cable, so any news I get these days is whatever happens across my Facebook feed at the moment I’m sitting in front of it. I may no longer be the most informed person, but I’m also no …
I never could understand how people could read more than one book at a time. I’d read interviews of So-And-So and s/he would mention s/he was in the middle of three different books. All I could think was, “Really? Just …
