January 21, 2022
I'm going to do the photos for this day in a gallery again, because there's a picture of Tim I want to put in but...
Why am I writing all this stuff about Tim, anyway?
If y'all haven't already been asking yourselves why it is exactly that I'm rehashing all of this, why I'm rewriting it, tomorrow's post will really...
Gooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaal
If one more person asks me what my goals are for this year, the answer is going to be "to dropkick the next person who...
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful
Ugh. I feel like I’ve been writing this blog post for a million years. Or since mid-April. Same thing. How is it only/still May? Of...
To policy or not to policy, that is the question
What follows is one of those long rambly over-thinky work posts. I will probably, next week, edit it down a little and post it over...
I am a rock; I am an island
I've been listening to a lot of Simon & Garfunkel this week. Not directly on purpose, although I do like them. I have a Spotify...
Smart Goals
I told someone I was thinking of listing out the things I wanted to make sure I get done in 2020, and they were like,...
Recap: The 2019 Florida Fiber-In
Whew. Another one in the books, y'all! Friday we got there with more than enough time to set up and scoot out over to Sanaa...
If I’m not blogging, there’s something I don’t want to think about
I blame Julia Cameron, training me on brain dumps with those damn morning pages. Three pages, by hand, every day, brain dump. It clears the...
All this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning me
Boy howdy, I do not know WHERE my motivation has gone to, but it surely has packed its bags and moved on to someone else,...
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahg
Dear Goddamn Diary; Let's have, as my friend Becca says about her knitting sometimes, a "come to Jesus" moment. We need to talk about your...
On apologizing and making amends
"Oh, laws," you're thinking. "She doesn't write forever and then she gives us one with song lyrics... it's always a hard thoughtful one when there...
The rich man can ride, and the hobo, he can drown
And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never...
