I could be upset about things coming to pass. I could be angry about recent developments, but as a friend said to me tonight, I sound jaded ( Read more... )

I have written about this weekend for about the past five years, how we've morphed and developed but still return to this farmhouse. We hustle about the loved corners, arrange firewood in squares to hope for warmth, and expand our repertoire with aluminum packets of chicken and vegetables. We woke up groggy in beds we've slept in yearly, stumble ( Read more... )

I can only write this very quickly because I have to showah, then pack, then go to sleep, because I am going to SEE JOSS WHEDON TOMORROW OMG, but there is a few things I must discuss.

Done in bullet form to save time:· Kayrin came down this weekend, where we watched Design Star (Dude, Antonio is like the Guy Fieri of HGTV), baked a cake from ( Read more... )

I had written this long entry about what happened with the Death of the House, totally inspired and reflective, praising Caterpillar and our days together. And then I moved my computer, and it all went downhill. I lost the damned entry. Hopefully, I'll get inspired again because I was proud of that sucker ( Read more... )