Suddenly, Pete and I had a houseguest: my Canadian stepmom Darla! This visit reminded us that when we were kids, people used to visit each other all the time. “I gotta go, we’ve got company,” was a kid-thing to say. So I went. But I’m back now.
Friend and original instigator of the blog Paulie Gonzalez renewed the domain name for another year. It’s time for me to work my way back to being who I am, which is a writer, and doing what I do, which is writing. Probably.
Lately, our weather could drive you up a tree – or out of it.
“Confidentially, I could never stand Gable. His height gave me a stiff neck and his dentures smelled like licorice.”
It’s November, when the unnamed university lets me work on its food pantry project and I try to do six other things at the same time. Between that and trying to hibernate, I’m a wreck! I forget which one of us is me. You’ve heard me yap about this a billion times. I think that’s you.
We were wearing the same outfit. I was so embarrassed.
This afternoon, I tried to lie down for a nap, but could only think of tasks I should be ticking off. I got up, but then cats curled up on me. I am stuck hoping we can hibernate together.
A little at a time, I am putting the garden to bed for the winter. Also: I keep trying to put me to bed for the winter because hibernating sounds better than frozen slush any day.
Portrait of the artist as a terrible housekeeper.
Warned of a sudden freeze, we brought in a number of outdoor plants. Not everyone was overjoyed.
The Drusy-approved project room is a work in progress. On the left, cat blankets; center, scarves and hats for whichever project asks; on the right, loosely organized ideas and a photo of my grandfather from The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight. This evening, I accidentally shut Wednesday in this room by accident, a foible of which Drusy also approved.
Today’s horse chestnuts are tomorrow’s seed bombs. I shall fling them everywhere in hopes of feeding critters or planting trees that feed critters, because critters need to eat and we need trees to breathe.
Poor Impulse Control 