Well, hello summer. Where'd you come from?

We eased into summer with mild weather and rain, and now we have 80-odd degrees and sunshine and we don't know what to do with ourselves. Ah, Seattle. The cats are shedding all over the place, and I've been trying to write all day but I'm too hot and too easily distracted. Hi, internet.

For the two or ( Read more... )

Things! Stuff! I have some news, blogosphere, for those of you who would like to know. Some of you do know, but I'm documenting on this here blog, so there. And I'm documenting in my inimitable style, which, um, is probably imitable, but let's pretend I have some random essay-like skills here ( Read more... )

Yesterday Mr. Sweetie and I had a gathering at our house to celebrate our impending parental status. When I plan these parties, I tend to invite anyone who might have a small, tangential, remote interest in coming, because I like lots of people and I want them to feel welcome and I want to see all my friends, and it feels like I almost never do. ( Read more... )

How is it the middle of July? And Happy Birthday to my Daddy, and several other wonderful people, too ( Read more... )

Oh, the great philosopher Kenny Loggins. Although, I'm not mocking really. I enjoy Kenny Loggins. Born in the 70s, child of the 80s, that's me.

I haven't been blogging much lately. Mostly because life is busy, and I have to choose where I spend my time. And also because I want to talk about serious things in a serious way, but I always feel that ( Read more... )

This weekend, my father ended up in the hospital again. (Those of you who saw my post on fb already know this.) He's going to be OK, but he's not feeling all that great right now, reportedly.

Dad had a gig on Saturday, and felt uncomfortable and sick through the whole thing. Of course he stayed and played through, who is it you think I'm speaking ( Read more... )

Well, it's purportedly summertime. Our temperatures don't reflect summer, but given that most of the country, and other parts of the world, are locked in a nasty heatwave, I think I'll take mild temperatures and a cloudy tendency and be glad.

Tonight, Scott and I are going to see "Porgy and Bess" at the Seattle opera. I saw it once when I was 10 or ( Read more... )

And every seam is chinked with putty... What? Sometimes these lyrics are just what I'm listening to at the moment ( Read more... )

Highway, by Ingrid Michaelson

On a highway along the Atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years
The radio waxes romantic. Its lullabies fill our eyes with tears

We don't say a word
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
And how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly

6 pounds and 7 ounces. A ball of bones and flesh ( Read more... )

It's December, and I like December. It's not so far into winter that I'm sick of it, and people are still mostly cheerful due to either holidays, or if not the actual holidays, then the prospect of getting a few days off at the end of the month and at the very least time to sit around watching bad movies, holiday themed or otherwise. Plus everybody ( Read more... )