goose turds and duck sausage — really!
I felt a bit like Anya at the cash register yesterday (a Buffy reference, in case you don’t know) — but I was chortling over my StatCounter rather than over money. One of my busier…
View PostI felt a bit like Anya at the cash register yesterday (a Buffy reference, in case you don’t know) — but I was chortling over my StatCounter rather than over money. One of my busier…
View PostOne of my daughters phoned to chat a bit today and mentioned that altho’ she’d seen my latest post, she couldn’t find anything to comment on. No worries, she said, it was interesting enough, plus…
View Postand the fun just keeps on coming around here. While I was at my meeting and getting my hair done yesterday, my daughter was cleaning the house (well, it’s fun for me!) and I came…
View PostI love the flexibility of this blog-writing — in fact, I’m rediscovering that I love writing itself. Because I have this outlet, I tend to push little thoughts into coalescence. Random observations spin themselves into…
View PostOkay, first it was a surprise wasps’ nest. Then I found this on the beach when I paddled home the other morning. It’s really quite beautiful, isn’t it? Here’s a closer look:And then here it…
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