Push/fallow

I had to punt my morning exercise: it’s a weights day, but my trainer had a family need. My workout partner’s out of town, so it was all on me. Being already dressed and shod, AND noticing that the air was still temperate (!), I picked up water, phone and headset, loaded up my podcast […]

Fiddly bits: or, XKCD 386

Because I’m not yet people again, instead I’ll leave you with some of my afternoon: https://myjetpack.tumblr.com/post/151883662875/for-the-guardian https://myjetpack.tumblr.com/post/151510703545/for-the-guardian All because I was looking for the below, because someone was wrong on the Facebook (Internet, whatever!): https://myjetpack.tumblr.com/post/24060372637

It’s my party

Evidently I am starting my birthday festivating a day early. So instead of making an actual post for today -or- tomorrow, I’ll leave you with this pithy, inspirational saying: Which is not nearly as inspirational as the one below, but it’ll do: h/t inspirobot.me

Consumed

Driving along, I was thinking of houses. An odd house for rent that happens to be built on the same plan as mine. The house of one of the girls in my Girl Scout Junior troop, whose artist mother had lavished her vision on every surface. It was beautiful, and hard to sell when they […]

Granny said there’d be days like this

This is a really fun book. Most of the ones in the series are. So I read it…before My Sweetie, the person who reserved it, could manage to pick it up. <blush> Lest you think that’s all I did today, I also finished this and got part-way into this:

Sins of the parents

My sin is catching up with me.  Last night I kept rousing, heart thumping, innards quietly buzzing. Free-floating anxiety. But over what? I kept (keep) asking myself.  Here’s the thing: I don’t think there’s any ‘what’ there*. But I want there to be a ‘what.’ Because then I could build a plan, and have some […]

Genetic lottery

I removed hairs from the lower edge of my eyebrows this morning. I do this perhaps twice a year… not because I’m not vain. I am vain, in the sense that: my appearance matters to me; I’ll spend non-trivial amounts of money to achieve whichever look I’m after; my appearance is very rarely unconsidered. I […]

Everyone’s an artist

In worship this morning, Leon abruptly had us all draw something on the 4″ square of paper we were handed at the door. Abruptness was key, as he was trying to surprise us out of (most of) our default, “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly…” responses. I drew one of my doodle-trees, My Sweetie a mountain […]

Social-isht

I started claiming I was a socialist when I was 14, to yank the chain of the guy who sat in front of me in homeroom. It was the the Reagan years, which were reflexively “Go USA!” the way we are now but lacking the bitter edge. Our social-studies class that year was Civics, so […]

Dancin’

I have a whole new look for the afternoon, courtesy of my friend (fashion colleague? partner-in-chicness?) Tim. He said, “I dunno—today everything’s gotta go higher. Check out how it shows off that sassy white streak of yours!” The hair’s so vertical I had to pull out my copy of Silvertone and play “Dancin’ “… it’s […]