We found ourselves in Washington, D.C. yesterday (for a whopping total of 4 hours), and I soaked up as much city architecture as possible. We decided it would be a good test run for Scott’s old (and much beloved by Scott) sandals. Will they stand up to hikes and treks and adventures in Europe? Turns…
Librarian Problems
So we’re about to go on this fantastic vacation, and that’s a good thing. No, a great thing. And all of that time in planes, trains, and automobiles means hours and hours of reading time. Also great. But there’s a catch. Since the moment we decided to take this trip, I’ve been trying to pick…
Living Area Final Countdown
We’re finally getting close to the end of our living area projects. Sort of. There’s always another tier of projects after the current tier. But the big, expensive, troublesome projects are almost finished. Woohoo! Peanut is still putting his good friend Duck in the middle of the action. We’re starting to move some furniture back…
Late Summer Beauty
We had a rough time with our corn this year. (And by we, I mean Scott.) Birds kept finding the seeds, and Scott kept replanting until the birds finally gave up. The struggle between man and bird means that our planting, which started out right on time, ended up being a little bit behind the…
Becoming Your Mother (The Happy Way)
It’s been obvious since I moved out on my own that I am in fact turning into my mother–slowly but surely. The good thing about that is that my mom is pretty darn amazing. If I have to come to terms with the idea that she and I will always be a bit eccentric in…
Finding Momo and Sniffing Peanut
One thing I love about the internet is that you can find pretty much anything on it. That can be a very bad thing, because there are lots of things in the world that I don’t want to know about. Usually, it’s a great thing. Your brand of humor exists somewhere on the internet. Someone…
Library Laughs
I promise I won’t ever embarrass a library patron on my blog. Ever. But if someone says something that makes me laugh and I can quote them without in any way betraying who that person is, well, that’s a different story. Last week, a patron came up to the desk while I was there alone. …
Small, but valuable. 