anyone still there?
The internet is bigger than I left it. I think I must return slowly and gently.
But I know the time is right; riddering and I used to fantasize together about getting our hermit on in quiet little cabins (equipped with high-speed internet) in the woods… and here I am.
Not exactly in a secluded forest, but in a small mountain town, anyway, in a cabin with a woodstove and a loft bedroom accessed by ladder and a really nice little kitchen and a washer and dryer and even a cat! The internet connection here is sometimes a little sketchy, but mostly it works. What more could I ask for? The interwebz and I are due for some quality time.
The cat, who is a small, black-with-white-paws-and-chin ferocious beast who refused to come inside at all for the first three days I was here even though one of those nights it snowed and there are coyotes and raccoons the size of labrador retrievers out there, is now purring on my lap. Thug life. His name is LG. My sister thinks it stands for Little Gangsta. It must be true.
Sister found three one hundred-year-old books in her laundry room the other day. One of them is The Girl Aviators' Sky Cruise by Margaret Burnham. It's the third in a series and I just finished reading the first few pages of Chapter 2, wherein the first two books are summarized. Pretty Peggy Prescott has already vanquished greedy landowners, recovered family jewels, outraced trains, thwarted outlaws, rescued wanderers and reunited families with a little help from her brother and some of their friends. I can't wait to see what she manages in this book! It's all worn and yellowed and smells like the darkest corner of the library. Everything else I'm reading may just have been put on hold.
I've been tearing through Tom Robbins novels lately. How come no one told me about Tom Robbins before, dudes?
But I'm taking a break and reading only books by the ladies for the rest of '09. And listening only to female musicians. (Recs welcome!)
It's a good time for this because my Wonderboyfriend is sailing down the coast all the way to the bottom of the Baja peninsula in Mexico and I won't see him until Christmas. I always seem to post while he's away somewhere. But that's promising for my odds of being around to devote some real energy to this internet thing again! Sweeeeet.
But I know the time is right; riddering and I used to fantasize together about getting our hermit on in quiet little cabins (equipped with high-speed internet) in the woods… and here I am.
Not exactly in a secluded forest, but in a small mountain town, anyway, in a cabin with a woodstove and a loft bedroom accessed by ladder and a really nice little kitchen and a washer and dryer and even a cat! The internet connection here is sometimes a little sketchy, but mostly it works. What more could I ask for? The interwebz and I are due for some quality time.
The cat, who is a small, black-with-white-paws-and-chin ferocious beast who refused to come inside at all for the first three days I was here even though one of those nights it snowed and there are coyotes and raccoons the size of labrador retrievers out there, is now purring on my lap. Thug life. His name is LG. My sister thinks it stands for Little Gangsta. It must be true.
Sister found three one hundred-year-old books in her laundry room the other day. One of them is The Girl Aviators' Sky Cruise by Margaret Burnham. It's the third in a series and I just finished reading the first few pages of Chapter 2, wherein the first two books are summarized. Pretty Peggy Prescott has already vanquished greedy landowners, recovered family jewels, outraced trains, thwarted outlaws, rescued wanderers and reunited families with a little help from her brother and some of their friends. I can't wait to see what she manages in this book! It's all worn and yellowed and smells like the darkest corner of the library. Everything else I'm reading may just have been put on hold.
I've been tearing through Tom Robbins novels lately. How come no one told me about Tom Robbins before, dudes?
But I'm taking a break and reading only books by the ladies for the rest of '09. And listening only to female musicians. (Recs welcome!)
It's a good time for this because my Wonderboyfriend is sailing down the coast all the way to the bottom of the Baja peninsula in Mexico and I won't see him until Christmas. I always seem to post while he's away somewhere. But that's promising for my odds of being around to devote some real energy to this internet thing again! Sweeeeet.