Sunday, June 26, 2022

I Just Want to Be Mad and Binge

Call/write representatives, donate to appropriate organizations, go to the Arch (THE place in Athens to protest.)  Then, go home and eat some ice cream.

I don't know how many of you are familiar with Jeni's Ice Cream.  It has some interesting and, yes, delicious, flavors.

 This ice cream is gray.  Gray.  And so tasty.  (Like a creamy citrus sherbet.)

There's also the company Salt & Straw.  They have flavors that are just as amazing, including this one, which I'm itching to try:
It's Cinnamon and Honey Fried Chicken.


Friday, June 24, 2022

This Cannot Stand

Before falling asleep last night,  I was thinking about what today's post would be.  I realized I hadn't come back to the idea of a 2000 posts contest, and I thought of some light, glib things I could say.

Then I woke up today.  Anger.  No, rage.  I've felt physically sick all day.  It's no time to be glib or light.  It's time to work and work hard and work tirelessly.

Sunday, June 19, 2022

My Two


I know this is a difficult photo to zero in on, but it's one of my favorites.  I have it in my bedroom so that it's one of the first things I see each day.

We went to Chattanooga a lot, and on one trip we decided to add Rock City to our itinerary.  It was a really foggy day, and there was no one around but us.  Great, great fun.


The day I got my Master's hood.  My cap and what I assume is my diploma on the ground behind Daddy.  I posted an edited version of this on Instagram today, but get to use the full one here.  Check out his boots.  The apple fell right next to the tree.

Saturday, June 18, 2022

Baby Girl is Thirty, But. . .

 Yeah, I had nice knitting lunch.

BLT on rye, with my Dr Pepper just out of camera range.

Then, Hannah called with the news that her best friend, in town for her birthday, tested positive for COVID today.  So our trip to birthday-see her tomorrow is off, to be rescheduled.  . . later. 

I'm disappointed, of course, and she's the same.  As the mom, I want to get there and help if she needs me, but she may not need a thing.  And if she did, she wouldn't let me in the door.  

Life, huh?

Thursday, June 16, 2022


The plan was to take a picture of the gardenia bush yesterday, to show you how big it is and how many blooms there are when I'm not cutting bouquets daily.  Didn't get that done, but here's how it looks today:

Roasted.  Practically every single flower has been burned by the suffocating heat.  The fragrance still wafts, though, which is wonderful.

It's been a long time since I had anyone in the house that always put Goldfish on our shopping list.  Did you know they come in colors?

What a world.

Tuesday, June 14, 2022

Numbers and Displeasings

Wow --- according to, that last post was my 2000th!  And that unlikely figure puts me in a contest* state of mind.  Give me time to think about it, though, as I got the news literally less than one minute ago.

I had come here to show the latest in puzzles completions.

I  will definitely secure and hang the spectrum feathers but am unsure about Baby Yoda.  (Yes, I know he has a name, and I know what that name is, it just displeases me is all.)  

I've had to break out sandals, as it's at or perilously close to 100 degrees here all week.  This also displeases me.  First, I'm not a fan of my feet.  Well, except for the arches.  I have high, gracefully swooping arches.  Second, this signals the true end of boot-wearing season, save for the occasional breaking out of rain boots.  Sad, really,

Not a whole lot else.  Hannah's birthday is at the end of the week.  Briton and I are going to see her Sunday.  She will be 30, which is as hard, if not harder, to believe than the 2000 posts thing.

*I am in receipt of donated prizes for Knitters' Companion, and they are wonderful.  They must be kept secret, you understand, but whoever receives them is in for a genuine treat.

I Just Want to Be Mad and Binge

Call/write representatives, donate to appropriate organizations, go to the  Arch  (THE place in Athens to protest.)  Then, go home and eat s...