13,315 Days Alive
6,914 Steps Taken Today
830 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Awful Bite of Chorizo
I’m exhausted. J and I drove out to Longwood today to help Mal and Bubbles and their brood move.
Continue reading “Of Moving and Mexican Food”
13,315 Days Alive
6,914 Steps Taken Today
830 Days Straight on Duolingo
1 Awful Bite of Chorizo
I’m exhausted. J and I drove out to Longwood today to help Mal and Bubbles and their brood move.
Continue reading “Of Moving and Mexican Food”13.007 Days Alive
2 New Recipes to Tweak
1 Happy Spockers
Spock and Fen both seemed glad to see me back home. The visit with Mal and the girls was nice. I am glad to be home, though. Not crocheting for a full weekend was weird.
Continue reading “Of Roadtrips and Recipes”13,006 Days Alive
2 Pieces of Birthday Cookie
1 Chicken Enchilada
So today was Mal’s birthday celebration. It was pretty fun! We had these awesome ham and cheese sliders that Bubbles made and played Game of Disney which is like Cards Against Humanity, but completely Disney centered. It is nowhere near PG though.
Continue reading “Of Birthdays and Babysitting”12,979 Days Alive
1,000 Posts on PostmarkWonderland!!!
501 Day Streak on Duolingo
25th Birthday of Phoenix, my Little Brother
23% Done with The Mermaid’s Daughter by Ann Claycomb
2 Rounds of Quirky Circuits Played
1 Positive Outlook for Work Tomorrow
I’m damned determined for this week to be better than last. So shall it be. It’s going to be an awesome week and I’m going to rock it out.
Continue reading “Of Biff and (More) Board Games”12,605 Days Alive
1 Hat Made
1 Very Long Nap
I don’t normally do a word of the year sort of thing. But if I had to pick one, it would be “laughter”.
Continue reading “2020: The Year of Naps and Laughter”12,481 Days Alive
This hurricane still isn’t sure what it’s doing. It should just swing off the coast? Maybe?
Continue reading “Hurricane Dorian/Labor Day Weekend Day 1”Tomorrow I will have a recipe for you, photos from meeting Baby Bubble, seeing Mal (short for Mallard, aka my brother who is now a father) and Bubbles , and a proper post. But I am absolutely out of spoons right now.
Have some poetry I wrote thirteen years ago under the cut. Continue reading “Terrifically Tired”