We watched Charlotte's Web last night - shhhh, Chris doesn't want anyone to know! - and we liked it quite a bit. However....Maine?! I think not. The movie was filmed in Australia. I knew the weather was too good to be true ( Read more... )

I am charging my vacuum. It is worthless. I should boot it into the woods like a good hillbilly, so that when people are hiking around they can come across this DustBuster half buried in last year's leaves, with poison ivy twining around it. It will be sitting a few feet from the gutted out pick-up that is missing it's hood. The sun will be ( Read more... )

I am so frustrated. Every single thing I want to do today is being hampered by the copious amount of carpenters and builders who have invaded my house. Never mind that they are finishing my house - putting up the siding, adding the railing to the deck, installing cabinets. Ahhh. Why do they have to be here while I am ( Read more... )

It's a new record!!! I was the only Sarah at Surry Gardens for a WHOLE MONTH! Today "Sally" joined us - the nickname will tell us apart better than other techniques I've encountered (such as telling the Sarahs apart by attaching them to their boyfriends, a.k.a. "Ponce's Sarah, Joel's Sarah, Tsetso's Sarah, etc.) but I have the added bonus of the ( Read more... )

I went and bought a table today. It made me feel very grown up to do so. It is small and round, and has drop leafs so that we can make it even smaller. It has a complicated base that has some scroll-work, perhaps, and the two chairs that came with it have kind of celtic knots worked into their backs. It is a sort of mid-rang dark colored wood - I ( Read more... )

I haven't seen any bears hanging out around my house in Waltham, but it is plenty remote and there are probably going to be blueberries galore come August, a.k.a. The Canning Season!! According to the book I am reading, if I were to walk into town I would get eaten by a bear because that is what happens in Maine. Err... the closest I've come to ( Read more... )

According to the police sisters I have to write about real life every now and then. I know, I know all you said was, "Why didn't you write about your new job? You only wrote about BOOKS again". I will remind you that books are a very great and glorious thing to write about, and many famous people throughout the ages have done so to the deep ( Read more... )

January has a new record attached to it. In the span of my most recent years (being the last two) I read more books in January than I did in any other month. 21 is the grand total. Be proud of me, please. This is a huge feat, coming from the girl who only managed to read 4 books all summer (and that comes down to one book a sad month...) Some ( Read more... )

((Written two days ago, before the internet conked out and didn't allow me to post ( Read more... )

I freakin' love to read. I'd almost rather read than do anything else, which is at once a wonderful and a huge pit-fall. I am referring to the past four days where with pleasure and passion I read five books (that's like one and a quarter books a day) and can hardly admit to doing a whole lot else. It was fantastic. The words of Ursula Le Guin and ( Read more... )