I walk a lot in my neighborhood (I have in fact become an old woman), and after 12,000 laps of the same route, I’ve made some mental lists of favorites–houses, yards, routes, dogs with invisible fences. One of the lists is relatively easy to share, so I thought I would do just that. I present…
My People: Part 2
I can never decide if I want to identify with librarians, and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Do I want to identify myself as a homeschooler, an American, a Texan, an art history major? So many choices! Every group has a stereotype. For homeschoolers, my mental image is of a girl in a…
Blooming artichokes, Batman!
I’m not really sure why that seemed like the best title for this post. I am sure, however, that there are some fantastic quotes kind of like that between Batman and Robin of the Adam West era. You can chuckle at them here: [chuckle, chuckle]. The main point of the post is that I saw…
My People
I just met a librarian from New Jersey who wanted to find out about our library while she’s visiting the area. She wanted to know if we had very specific types of historic documentation or a file of newspaper clippings that covers the past hundred years. To clarify the situation for you, our library is…
Musical Life
One of my childhood goals was to live in a musical. Some people dream of useful things like curing cancer or taking over the world. I just wanted to learn a few dance moves and start singing on a whim. A happy side-effect of having reasonable goals is that you can actually make them happen. …
In the Present
I might dream about wassail and carols every once in a while, but I haven’t forgotten about the lovely present. In addition to errands and eradicating dust bunnies, I synthesized some Vitamin D yesterday. One of the best things about owning a house with a fenced back yard is that you can go lay out…
Defeating Dust Bunnies and Nostalgia
Sometimes I decide that cleanliness in my house isn’t all that important. My dog likes having little mini versions of himself rolling across the floor in the form of tumbleweed, right? Right. So as long as I don’t care, we’re all happy. Then after a few weeks of that philosophy, I realize that other people…
Small, but valuable. 